I can't wake up
from this daydream i'm in.
Thoughts running wild
in the damned name of sin.
I miss the touch
of your lips on my skin
I miss the rush—
The lust—
God, this feeling—
I can't get enough.
I think I crave you
just a little too much.
Your mind gets so messy
when it's real, true love.
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The City Girl Blues
Poésiepoetry from a girl learning to love herself. the most difficult paths always lead to the most beautiful places. keep your head lost in a dream and remember passion fuels the soul. dare to show the world the fire that burns bright inside let the...
