Love is a two-way street

They’ll ask you for a finger, and then for ten

You’ll cut your hands off and say these you meant?!

I’m giving you all the ones I have.

Thinking that this will cut you some slack

And they won’t thank you…

Instead! They’ll ask for eyes too

Your lips and all your senses

They won’t stop!

Until you’re all but a bunch of leftover chops

They’ll come to a point where your heart is their most wanted need

Just draw a line and don’t surrender even if they said ‘Please’

Curl your tongue into a ‘No’

Tangle your rips against their saw

And take back what’s your own

You’re too young to mourn

You might as well ask, ‘what’s left for me’?

They’ll count shamelessly

Your lungs, your nose, your ears...

Bones, spine and the gland of tears

Draw a Line!

This isn't asking for help, this is greed

You have to know the true meaning of a two-way street

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