A Note on Your Vanity

No one can touch her
For softness of skin distracts from the burn
And these fingertips
Once looked so black
Nails scratch the surface
But the blades are just beyond reach
I can sever you

No one should touch her
As limbs of the tree reach out for the sun
Prune back these branches
So she might find true fruit

Inside she burns
To feed upon this heat
And I won't stir the ashes
Of a flame set forth
By those before me
There is no honor in this
There is no honor in this

This instinct will
Overtake me and I'll lose
The control I desire
And respect you don't deserve
And I know this is all
That I'll find here

So tonight I'll be content
To just stay home
Where we'll both be safe from
We'll both feel safe from
Being alone behind closed doors
Where rational thought is low
On the list of the things we'd both give up on
This night
I'll take the stand
For something bigger
Than what is on your mind

For between these sheets
We'll lose more than our composure
Between these sheets
We'll lose more than our composure
More than our composure
More than our composure



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