Let me give you what you want.
I swear I'm not fucked up.
Let me shake life for you up.
And let us be a work of art,
let nothing take us apart.
Tell me what you want,
and I'll tell you what I want.
I swear I'm not fucked up.
I just need a heart patch-up.
Baby, let us catch the bus,
Because we're never ever going to miss that shit.
Let us take the trip.
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Maeve's Poetry
PoetryThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
