It's not if a lot was said,
Falling in and out of bed,
But now the world is turned on its head,
Till I know if your love is real.
I'm wide open for that sucker punch,
Spent a long time now persuding myself,
That I don't no one else,
That I'd felt all there is to feel..
But ever since your fingertips;
Ever since your eyes;
Even if I wanted to know how I could explain everything coming through my head now,
Like a tidal wave..
Especially as I lie with you and listen to you breathe...
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The Story Of A Teenage Dirtbag
PoetryThis is composed of all my writings, simple poetry that expresses how I feel