our hearts are like wild creatures, therefore, our ribs are cages keeping them contained.
but every once in a while they want to be released into the wild, completely not prepared for what's yet to come.
time passes on and they return to their cage, with their tail in between their legs, regretting their choice of leaving their safest heaven. they were captured by someone who they thought they genuinely cared about them, but in reality, the person only cared about what they got out of them.
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romantic poetry
Poetrynot really about romantic poetry, just shitty poems from a shitty poet.
