"my favorite girl" is what you call me
you shower me with the most beautiful compliments
yet
the sexual desire always seems to seep through like a
l
e
a
k
in the roof
i want to be ok with these fleeting love spells but
the way my brain focuses on that
one dreadful question ..
"why am i not your only girl ?"
- J.R
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Poetryenjoy and let these poems mean whatever you want them too think of your own story and put it into these poems make them your own <3 much love - J.R
