Precious as ivory, that's what you are.
Illegal to possess you.
You hold tight.
You fight.
A connection very rare.
A guarded soul.
Jaded sculpture.
It is not the end of the world.
You know.
Well you'd like to think.
Promises once made, now broke.
Plasticene promises.
Built from innocence.
It's only your towers that are ivory.
(C) Livvi