I would go through
Arithmetic lengths
To twist the collar-bone
Above your heart
And mold it into
The cage it truly is
Put you on display
That all the people
That pass you by
Are warned by
Dangers of proximity
And to that cage
A magic iron lock
Without a key
An incarnation of
Your anomaly
A hundred heroes
Knocking at your door
You turn them into thieves as
They fret to pick your lock
You victimize yourself
For being hard to get
Not knowing that a cage
Without a key
Is not in fact a cage
But rather just
A guarded empty box
And that is what
You’ll always be to me
You say you’re hard to get?
I say you’re just a slut
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Character: 99/100
To all the dudes out there that struggle with hearts of certain divas.
– 2years, approaching 100/100! Thinking about what’s next! Much love.
bohemiaspeaks 