lusting for more kinda whore

wildly

i'm enough to make a man go crazy.
by breakfast things have changed and the mood is no longer loving.

i grew up wildly, in hopes to be tamed like wildfire.

my heart aches harder and my back hurts longer.
my gifted gold hoops hang a little lower since you left.
kind of sad looking.

so before it's the morning and it's time for breakfast, live me once last time so i don't forget to love again.