Overly naive
Hanging on to your every word
Like a rocky boat to a steel anchor
You said to be brave
You just happen to be older
And I'd been getting bolder.
It was something in the water.
I know you felt the same
Will my mother forgive my recklessness ?
I knew everything was everything I knew
But really what won't a man do
When there's land to conquer
When there's a map to color
When there's a girl you kiss her
Will I forgive the one in the mirror?
What I know is I'll never be the same
Freakishly wicked
Plucking flowers hoping for fruits
She wasn't yours for the taking
I wasn't yours for the plucking
But here we are
One is feeling battered and bruised
The other is going through Tuesday
I know you thought me tame
Bet you never knew I would lose it
Awareness will never mean absolution
On I marched into battle
My enemy was taller and meaner
I have lost all my feathers
I hoped it might be worth it
Now I sit and watch the rain
They had forecasted.
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My name is not Lolita
PoetryPoetry about (not) falling prey to older men with a fetish for innocence, about girlhood and those in the shadows who enjoy stealing it. I've had many names, none are Lolita. "I want him the way a child wants candy Meaning it would be wise to refuse...
