Fragmented Soul

I said that with you, I would gladly share

But I didn’t state that I would simply give

What’s mine is mine, and both halves is fair

We’ve both equal amounts of a broken sieve

.

My fragile heart’s carefully laid inside a velvet-lined box

Not slapped rudely on a bare collection plate

So don’t you dare throw the chains and pick the locks

And snatch it for your mad experiments and to sedate

.

My motley soul is mine to solely control

So cease your petty thievery and sad affectations

Fragments of my crystal that you heartlessly stole

Because no one would offer your empty box any affections.

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