i have to keep myself away from you
In this lowly lit brown box
But i dont want to
The way my back arches is possessive
(break it)
you're a woman of rhythm / i just sway
i don't want to break your rules
but i want to so bad
no, i am sane
i have to learn some goddamn self control
adopt the decorum
i swore to never adore
you know everything i want
its here, in this lowly lit brown box
i just can't have it
but i want it so bad.
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An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
