my organs are in my body,
life is in this world,
all held by wood and wonder.
meet me in the middle
like it's going out of style,
all ears, blood cells, sweetness and years,
plenty of storage for more.
my tongue wants another tongue,
silence and saliva solving problems,
left to prove this world,
say what you want out of mine.
mark my sword,
we can do some damage
to the hours handed,
break the porcelain expectations.