we're only seventeen
why do i crush my own pretty dreams
why do i always go on until i bleed
baby i'm young i'm only seventeen
please love me for what goes unseen
hold my hand and make love to me
our hearts have careened
please make me your queen
you look so serene
you're my nicotine
don't try and intervene
kiss my lipstick colored wintergreen
it's okay baby
we're only seventeen
no need to believe
that this loves forever it's only my little daydream
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to aid in finding the answer to the most difficult...
