Hand on your chin
Lost thoughts within
Oh, boy, am a sin
Chances are thin
But, you should know
I'll never let you go
One step close- no
we are not doing so
Because, love is messed
I'll make you pissed
calls will be missed
But, you are blessed
To be single, yes
No queen, no chess
No game, feel less
Take off my dress
Who got your hands tied?
Who told you not to lie?
Who made rules to abide?
Use me before you say goodbye
- Laini
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Sin
PoetryA girl feels like love is too messed up and therefore suggests a situationship instead.
