a nervous kind of abuse
you and your mischeivous bright eyes
innappropiate talk leaving your lips
causing a flash of white to fall down on
the ending petal of a rose that will never be a red as yours
it is a nervous kind of abuse you make me inflict upon myself
as my teeth playfully shove my bottom lip
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Poetry❝ i've got the freedom to do whatever i please ❞ // some songs, a lot of poems, and all of me. // ┍╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┑ ╎ copyright © believeinmeee ╎ ┖╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┙
