My Songs, and My Insanity

My songs. My poems. My demons. My sanity is coming undone with every lyric I write... Feel what you feel from this, have your opinion on each part, but this is MY story and you don't know me or own me.

Mission: Capture His Heart

I was sitting on his crotch area and my hands were on his wrist. I gazed at the boy in front of me. He looked about 20, which is my age, he has golden brown hair and sky blue eyes. He was handsome. I felt something hard push into me. I had to hold back a laugh as I realized it was his junk. "Looks like someone is crav...