I lost my virginity looking at an art
though my innocence remains in its meaning
You told me stories and how you love art so much
I asked you "Why don't you love yourself?"

Fragments, broken shards, i'm a fractured bone
but to my surprise, 'twas still blending, exhibiting symmetry
could you imagine how quickly a rupture may turn to rapture
A chocolate misshapen ; melting, dripping into a mess

Its impenetrability is what amazes me
No matter how sharp I became
I just can't get past its protective bubble
If i plead, would you let me in?

I swear, just one look, a glance maybe
and expect me to make a thousand poetries
Perhaps, can I make it my home?
And I'll sleep my remaining days away