Leaving you before the opening scene,
where you drive over and meet me.
Didn't want to announce my name too loud
though, you already started to see
the cuts through my sensitivity.
You see,
I have this thing on my sleeve,
it's my weapon.
I have this thing on my sleeve,
it teaches me all my lessons.
It's spiky sometimes-
and sometimes,
it's carbonated
soda high in fructose-
I feel its passion glowing
with bright red features.
I have this thing on my sleeve,
it begs for attention-
Leo in Venus,
but vibrant Cancerian.
It takes up my time
and inflicts a lot of tension.
I want to know you,
but I can't-
the time isn't now.
Not tomorrow nor yesterday,
not even in a few months.
I need to head out the door
because I must.
I tend to this thing atop my sleeve-
my heart-
it's like fine china,
and if I break it,
I'm gone.
But I know better because,
this thing on my sleeve-
it will leave me never.
And though it craves attention,
I'll love it forever.
Goodbye.
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