My knees are bruised and ran over
My thighs are scratched at your doing and mine
My legs are bare but you enjoy that
My legs are bare to control my heat and raise yours
My legs are bare and I hate it.
My skirts are short
My body exposed nearly
For your pleasure to come and go
You touch at my legs
You touch at my thighs
You touch at things that I wish you'd never touch
Am I pretty on the inside?
Am I pretty from the back ?
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If This Makes Me A Troubled Teen Fuck That Poetry ;)))
Poetry⚠️Mentions Of Rape, Self Harm, Suicide, etc⚠️ There isn't a cure to man's problems. Only death, which is is a problem itself. I crave that nasty blade at my throat. Some poetry for a son that never lived in his father's eyes and never died as a daug...
