Self-Preservation

I’ve completed another day. What’s the rush in throwing yourself at another – When the rooms are cold, and the lovers are gone Smiling is hardly representing sanity. Your picture hanging is messed – see there – My smiling represents thought If this goes anywhere – we’ll be trapped You make me comfortable in small ways – getting me in Fill me with your own words – I am made, Born – Recreated for a person, to be had in all ways. What’s the rush at throwing yourself at another – They’ll leave anyway because they recreated themselves – Why leave someone so perfect? – You ask?! Hated by their souls, they look into the mirror. Create yourself – Don’t be created I’ve completed another day.