with this spell, i promise to be loyal
may Moody and I stand straight as a sequoia
no evil, no mayhem
no heartbreakm, i condemn
for Davy alone, my blood shall now boil.
if fate allows, let him rake my compassion
he gives me all i want, raw satisfaction
responsibility
let me in and we
will kill my unwillingness like an assassin
he is the intimacy i crave
with our sex so depraved
he loves me for the real me
forever on, so mote it be
lets make a better me, hide the former in a cave.
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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...
