Stockholm syndrome
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
We walked through Dublin
the cold biting deep
but the city was ours
no promises to keep
The streets whispered secrets
the night did not care
we were rebels in the frost
with the wind in our hair
I spoke of India
of its twisted mind
of Stockholm’s grip
of being confined
How the heart can love
what hurts the most
how the soul can tether itself
to a ghost
You listened in silence
the frost in your breath
as I told of the chains
that bind until death
Of love turned poison
of the mind’s cruel game
and how you can’t escape
once
they’ve called your name
Dublin’s streets were alive
but we were dead
walking ghosts
both lost in our heads
The cold didn’t matter
the world could freeze
we were two in the night
driven by disease
So we walked on
the wind howling in time
our words and the cold
were a perfect rhyme
I spoke of love
twisted and wrong
and you just listened
where you belonged