I feel broken,
Disgusted,
Wrong.
But here comes Cujo boy, hair grown long,
I know all of his lyrics,
He is my favorite song.
The song is not mine, I know,
But it feels to me,
As if I finally belong,
Though somewhere inside,
I know that I am shamefully, painfully,
Wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Cujo
PoesíaPoems I wrote back when I was obsessed with a boy. I thought they were nice, so I've decided to post them on here. Please alert me of any typos or errors! I hope you enjoy!
