Mine, My One, My Own

by, Cassandra

Desire swears to me that one day,
you'll be mine, my one, my own.
You smile, and it's promising regret,
but I can't stop myself from reaching out.
Your hypothetical heroine can save herself,
but that doesn't mean you can't hold my hand.
How is it that you know me better then I know myself?
But that doesn't mean you can't hold my hand.
Your hypothetical heroine can save herself,
but I can't stop myself from reaching out.
You smile, and it's promising regret;
you'll be mine, my one, my own.
Desire swears to me that one day...