Give me my love...i own it.
Your ignorant moods can't snatch it away from me.
I prefer it returned,
neatly packed;not even a scratch,
like it was,when I first met you.
I don't want your cup of reasons with it.
I just want my love,back to the way it was.
Cuddled up in a small piece of cloth.
And while you leave take back with you,
those old pieces of shattered moments.
So i leave you, to that land of usualness.
Let me curl up in this hut of dripping solitude.
Waiting, for an other, to trade my love for a better price!