He looks so mean
Sitting there
Ice cold
I'm sensible
I'm fine with just wondering
What we could've been
Feels like i know
Man from the Alps
Man of the hour
Everytime
Edelweiss
Tall and proud
Edelweiss
Deep in the mountains
I could've been your wife
Could've had
a beautiful life
Edelweiss
I played it nice
Kept my cool
Roll the dice
It wasn't right
I wasn't ripe
I'm just not one
To break my rules
Making me homesick
I need this
I need him
But I'm sensible
I know right from wrong
My baby scares me
But he does it
For me.
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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...
