I was sixteen,
Still in my teens,
You came to me like a savior,
You called me your guilty pleasure.
I was looking for someone
Who would hang the stars
For me,
But you kept on insisting
To play me like a guitar
For everybody.
So how does the childish nectar feel
To a grown-up man like you?
I'm barely surviving,
God, it's traumatizing,
You came to me like Robin Hood,
And you left with my girlhood.
I was looking for a suitor
Who would listen to every word
From me,
But you kept me under the monitor,
Left me bleeding on your sword
For everybody.
So how does the childish nectar feel
To a grown-up man like you?
Acting like a suitor
In October
Just to rip my girl
From her hood,
And now she's exiled
From her homeland,
You could feel her soul die.
So how does my innocence taste
To a grown-up man like you?
Acting like a suitor
In October
Just to rip my girl
From her hood,
And now she's exiled
From her homeland,
You could feel her soul die.
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Forevermore
Poetry-A collection of poems or lyrics because I don't have the guts to be in the industry.- Forevermore is about my past relationship with people in general. It doesn't exclusively refer to ex-lovers or something like that. However, I dedicated this one...
