I never say the right thing
I run my mouth
And live to regret it
But you look like the type of man
to rise fast and punch hard
You've got the nicest lips
i get the feeling you kiss with your fistsI knew a boy
With eyes icy blue
Just like you
He was looking for trouble
And he found me
I hear you're from another land
Well I was feeling homesick
when you met me
Where I'm from
The men stand tall
And when they're wrong, they're never wrong.I just have a feeling you like to
sharpen your knuckles on soft skin
But I love your boyish ways on a full grown man
You stand six feet two but laugh the way you do
I see red in your eyes icy blue
No one's as cold as you
And I can't do much but I sure can run awayYou know what they say
You never forget your first
First whatever this was
Obsession on a tall man
Who laughs like a little kid
Who comes through
Who makes you feel tall too
when every sign
Says one thing then the other
You don't listen
You just runSo you can live to regret it
YOU ARE READING
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...