We were poetry, only when it linked to my heartstrings
Tricked by the tricked, checked by the fool
I opened the doors to your footsteps, thinking I'd feel different about you
Where love would softly welcome me, you molded me in it's cage
Prettier by it's name and fancy game
It all seemed telepathically mysterious until it all turned out to be the same
Bleeding through the marks, on the very frame you drew me hearts
"Don't know, don't care" came soon after crashing about old despairs
Letters written, words worth of thousands of poems
Down the drain to some clandestine affair
Silly how time passes by only for those kicking air, finding something
Binding, and fair in depths of nowhere only to be empty again
I tread lightly now, knowing you hold me there
We were poetry, only when I allowed us to be
But maybe you forget that I tell the stories.
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