You're an excess string—
A puncture, you'll evidently bring,
With just your tiniest fiber you stick,
Into my innocent skin.
You're just an excess string,
Clinging from my pretty and petty clothes
Wish you could just fly through the humid air,
So I coulf resume to hone.
With a single trim to you—
Now I'm free from your vexing presence!
Hopelessly glued on my skin,
Now flying off effortlessly!
You're just an excess string,
But now, why do I keep yearning you after you're gone?
Why do I now keep craving from what you'll always bring—
Into my innocent skin?
I may want you to go away— to flee from your beckoning,
But I grasp such a blue, for I perceived that somewhat I'd committed such felony!
Your mild touch, so provoking yet... progressing—
"Hey, come back, my dear! I must've mistaken!"
You're an excess string,
A puncture, you'll evidently bring
How I wish you'll stick your wonted prick once again—
Into my innocent skin!
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
