And once you see that I belong to more than one direction

Will you still care to follow

Will you stroke me into the Mona Lisa

That I know is buried beneath these walls

Will I ever be good enough to be hung in your gallery

Holding on to each and every word

Hoping they don’t become the broken promises

I left behind on the nightstand that belonged to the one before you

He said he could handle my curves too

Until he couldn’t…