She's the type of girl who doesn't sleep with a teddy bear
She cuddles up to her plush shark
Mostly because it reminds her she doesn't sleep with the fishes
She swims with danger
That's how she likes it
Anyone who steps into her ocean better watch for the current
Once you're dragged under she'll bite and drag you farther
The thing about her nobody seems to understand is...
She's an independent badass
If you think she wants to be caught and hung on your wall
You better change your mind real quick honey
She's not a prize
She's not a possession
She's a misunderstood creature
Who's capable of taking you into her pack while showing you the deepest parts of her ocean
Behind all those teeth is a soft soul who just wants to, not capture you, but walk side by side with you
Yes, she's independent
That doesn't mean she's wants to be alone
That should just remind you she doesn't need you to survive
Yet somehow...it feels like she does
What's a good shark, without a pack to have her back?
Just don't be the one to spear her in it
Two is always more vicious than one
Wet dreams...I mean sweet dreams darling
Don't let the sharkys bite
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
