orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
16 January 2013
hard to get
I don’t play hard to get:
I cannot be gotten
I will not be owned
I belong to myself.
but there are times when:
you breathe me in
and hold me close
and then, only then,
I am yours.
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