To be loved completely, that’s how it’ll be.
When I see you-
and you see me.
Drawn to each other,
an understatement-
I’d gladly let you lock me in your basement.
Heart happily racing when I hear your footsteps,
as you come down the creaking stairs-
To see you flash a yellow smile, as you always find me down here.
I crawl towards you,
hands chained to the bleak wall-
the jewelry chains, beautiful aren’t they all?
That’s what you call them,
when I dare to ask why I'm not let out-
To be fair, I do have a small window lookout.
Maybe it’s true,
I don’t really want to leave-
I’m fed, I have a bed, and room to breathe.
I’m special to you here, and the world is a cruel, cruel place,
so really by going away-
it’d be a huge waste.
To be chosen completely, not conditionally.
I’m very much quite sure-
that's how you see me.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 5:03 PM UTC
To be loved completely, that’s how it’ll be.
When I see you-
and you see me.
Drawn to each other,
an understatement-
I’d gladly let you lock me in your basement.
Heart happily racing when I hear your footsteps,
as you come down the creaking stairs-
To see you flash a yellow smile, as you always find me down here.
I crawl towards you,
hands chained to the bleak wall-
the jewelry chains, beautiful aren’t they all?
That’s what you call them,
when I dare to ask why I'm not let out-
To be fair, I do have a small window lookout.
Maybe it’s true,
I don’t really want to leave-
I’m fed, I have a bed, and room to breathe.
I’m special to you here, and the world is a cruel, cruel place,
so really by going away-
it’d be a huge waste.
To be chosen completely, not conditionally.
I’m very much quite sure-
that's how you see me.
This was supposed to be a cutesy poem, but then it turned into something more dark... haha
