We're wild were not a child
You label us as a Barbie doll
We scream we clean
And when were mad were a machine
Revenge for us is so sweet
We use your bones to sweep
A halo over our pretty heads
A pitch fork in our hands
We're the people who run the world
That's why you bots dream girl
Girls are a confusing force
One that drives you crazy
All day long
But girls just wanna have fun
😉 WANNA COME
YOU ARE READING
Not Mine
PoetryLove is a feeling we a feel. There are different types of love. And sometimes as a teenager we mistaken love for desire. From rants to poems this book is a ticket inside my mind and the world a teenager lives in. Because in the end he was never mine...
