I have feelings, as much as I'd like to swallow them. It's a curious thing to have feelings. You never know from which crevice they came from and where they will retreat to. I have a wind chime for an emotional indicator. Soft notes float away with my melancholy while the next gust brings exhilaration. Like a drop in the ocean that changes the tide and controls the gale.
My moral character can be traced on a timeline, which can be converted to a graph. Frequency of lovers plotted on the X-axis, with virtue plotted on the Y. It's not that I act with calculated manipulation, just that I act with disregard. I don't deal with my emotions, so maybe that should be policy when dealing with me. I've said before, I've got a disclaimer. I come with fine print. I won't let you know until you've signed on the dotted line all the little things that don't apply.
Somewhere deep inside my eggshell mind sits that girl I once knew. So full of ideals and maybe some innocence. Hard to distinguish if it was actually there, but I'll give the benefit of the doubt that at one time I was unadulterated. My Lord do I act jaded, but what can one do once the threshold is reached? Just sit adorned, I suppose.
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