us
i lost myself between your legs;
you're the cure to my disease
you're the medicine that i need
to lessen this burden on my soul
to project what cannot be projected
onto my loved ones; you do the
job for me.
take it or break it.
i want more
i want it.
i want.
i want you.
YOU ARE READING
that girl
PoetryRemember that girl who sat alone? With a notebook and feather pen in hand? Well she was writing poetry about everything she saw, thought and went through. HIGHEST RANKING: #299 in poetry Started on [5/9/16] copyright: all rights reserved 2016
