I Love My Damsels Like I Hate My Jeans: Undistressed *
Why do our hearts fall so easily
Into the laps of men who beckon
With pretty words expecting to
Win over a pretty face without
Paying the price?
We give them everything.
Our minds, our bodies, and our souls.
But what do we get in return?
Half-assed promises and a good fuck?
You can keep that shit.
We'll spare ourselves.
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Parchment and Perfume
PoetryThis draft represents the inner workings of my mind, among other things. All of my poems and prose will be cataloged here and available for feedback. Pieces will constantly be added or removed to fit the guidelines for any poetry submissions I have...
