Like...A cardboard box, with nothing in it. A bloodless heart, it's time to bin it. Assured? composed? oh no, not me, I've waved goodbye to sanity, And trust? oh yes, that precious thing, that dangles from a slender string. Twas snapt and broken in my eye, but not before i did espy, The plunging dagger of deceit, That murdered love there in the street. A kiss. A touch. A lovers tryst. That boiled my blood and drained my fist. To flight, that place was my concern, to cleanse. To raze. To wash. To burn, It's definition from my mind, but, darker forces less inclined, would have their motives well defined. And seek to harm the one I love. A question. Gauntlet? or a glove?... A cardboard box... with something in it! A lovers heart... Now where can I bin it?Birth sign: Gemini
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