It is All Mine
My body is a temple.
But it is not yours to roam.
For it is a fortress for myself,
and I sit on its throne.
My body is a flower.
But the water is not yours to pour.
For the rain will come,
and the morning shall bring more.
My body is a seed.
But you won't crush me.
For the sky shall feed,
and I should sprout to a tree.
My body is mine.
And it is not yours to hold.
For I ought to help myself.
And if I wish, leave stories untold.
2018-04-05 15:42:51
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