I'm not telling you to get angry
To hurt me or to lead us into battlefield
Maybe I understand this feeling to attack me
To hurt me, relate to how it appealed
I'm not saying that it's perfect
By any means at that, alas I confess
You are everything I needed
And all that I regret, oh, I must address
I know you'd prefer to be out of my reaches
But then we wouldn't be together
And though, you cut me into pieces
I'd let you cut me again if it meant forever
Softest skin is your chest under my cheeks
Hottest flush of red when I feel you, you're in me
In my head, screaming crass curses I adore out of your mouth
Chivalry is dead but I act worse, it's real romance now
I know you'd prefer to be out of my reaches
But then we wouldn't be together
And though, you cut me into pieces
I'd let you cut me again if it meant forever
I know you'd prefer to be out of my reaches
But then we wouldn't be together
And though, you cut me into pieces
I'd let you cut me again if it meant forever
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
