It doesn't have my permission
To love unreasonably;
It isn't allowed to wander about.
Whenever It sees potential
Of love in somebody;
I'm prone to slap it back down.
It has become subservient
With passing time;
I don't even let it fool around.
I know it curses me deep down
Even plots against my wishes;
Escapes at night without making a sound.
It doesn't know it is foolish or
That I want to protect it -
from the cruel world but all it does is frown.
I know I act insecure and possessive
But it is too precious
To be owned by just anybody in town.
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PoetryA glimpse in my subconscious as I rarely consult my consciousness while writing the stuff that rhymes. It emerges on its own and darkens the paper before I even have the time to form judgements regarding what has been composed by my ruthless yet sen...
