Bristling under folds unspoken.
Hereditary weapons, always present, never used.
The token pleasures of a hurtful phrase, left sad and broken for several days.
That concept of a better place, always fought for, all the ways, to make a perfect me and you, not break the circle, free to choose.*


Idk I like it. A little wordy to be sure... thoughts?
The playground of the world
I'd possibly break up or shorten the 3rd and 4th line. What time signature/key are you looking at this in?