As we open our legs,
Just to put the man in a daze.
As he sleeps soundly when he finished.
Remeber as gather your clothes,
It will all end soon.
So when you once again,
open your legs.
Remeber,
It will all end soon.
Stop cutting your flesh,
It will only make it worse.
Stop crying when he enters swiftly and harsh,
he'll only grin in joy.
Just remember,
it will all end soon.
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Poems for the Depressed
PoetryJust sad poems I come up with. *Some are sexual so please beware.*
