Do not touch me
Do not comment on my appearance
Do not look at me as if I am nothing
Do not act like I am yours
I am me
When will you see that I am mine
I own myself
And yet you still seem
To control me
Do not deny
What you have done
Do not say
I liked it
Do not talk
About me and ignore my existence
When will you see that I am mine
When will it be clear what not to do
I am me
You don’t own me
Stop acting like you do
I am everything you wish you were
Stop
Don’t even dare
She is hers
I am mine
Love is an open door?
All you need is love?
Love story?
I know that feeling
A bit differently
Not quite what the song was intended for
But I know of love
That opens doors
The love that is
Dear New York City,
I don’t know what it is
That makes me love it so much
Maybe it’s the buildings
That stretch towards the sky
Forever reaching upwards
Have you ever seen dozens of roses?
A field perhaps
Covered in red beauty
Have you ever tried walking through dozens of roses?
Your fingertips perhaps
Covered in red blood
From afar roses are gorgeous
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