mechanisms of steel keep turning inside
unwilling to break just so I can hide -
this inner machine won't be controlled:
it's made of alloyed metal, and metal is cold -
oppresive years had forged these gears
that wind within my heart -
where steel adheres, I have no fears
of being torn apart
again. so don't come closer, dear
lest I touch your pretty neck -
you're too beautiful for us to share -
so which of us will romance wreck?
I look at you once, and I don't know
but the levers inside won't let me go.
I'm trapped between barriers of steel
but I need to escape, for this passion's too real -
heartwreck.
Author notes
Came up with this after coming up with the phrase "heartwreck"... I'll definitely revise it, so please, don't be afraid to give constructive criticism. =D shya
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