I want a box for my heart –
sometimes the chance to fight for love,
most times to store it away from
gaining more scars.
Love is sometimes a joke —
with an ugly punchline, still every day,
you punch in for love, taking hits
that time won’t clock out.
You're either
_boxing_ or _boxed in._
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
I want a box for my heart –
sometimes the chance to fight for love,
most times to store it away from
gaining more scars.
Love is sometimes a joke —
with an ugly punchline, still every day,
you punch in for love, taking hits
that time won’t clock out.
You're either
_boxing_ or _boxed in._
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