My mind is yours for the taking,
my thoughts, I'll let free like snow.
My ideas I'd take no ownership,
my history, I'll retell for all.

but my heart, oh my heart,
I have hid it --
in that room behind a bookcase --
just for me.

No man could flirt around it's curves
without my consent.
You could forget about dancing to it's beats
if you have no clear intent.

I'm done with hollow nothings.

At this point, I only have time for
sweet days, calm nights,
and absolute no changing of hearts.


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