Poetry, oh my. Although, I'm not sure if you would consider it poetry at all. I have made another version of this one, but this is the final and finished version.
To say that I am in love would be a lie.
To say that I am completely infatuated with someone I've only known for a short time would be closer to the truth.
I do not want to be possessed by raw emotion.
I do not want these chains on my heart.
So, how do I break these chains?
I cannot cut them or crush them;
They are chains that lie on the plane of the soul.
I cannot ignore them;
Their tug is stronger than the pull of gravity.
I cannot tell the person of my feelings;
Someone else holds her heart in their hands.
I can only wait for another to come and break the chains for me.
Though how long I can wait, I do not know.
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"And, um, you’re not going to tear my heart out and eat it raw?"
"Oh, not again. Look, it wasn’t raw! I had it roasted, on a bed of mixed greens, with a delicious red wine reduction sauce!"
"Oh, not again. Look, it wasn’t raw! I had it roasted, on a bed of mixed greens, with a delicious red wine reduction sauce!"
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