We're meeting for the first timebut
just to make sure
I don't deserve love
my face-
doesn't
my body-
doesn't
my mind-
just doesn't
deserve, i mean
or maybe not
I wish they did
or maybe not
in the past I thought
or
maybe not
that I deserved
(not) to be served
that piece of sweet
that melts (on) your tongue
your insides too
maybe I do
I think
that's called love
but
what do I know?
I don't deserve it
that means
I've never tasted it
(I've tasted it
swallowed as soon as
it stained my tongue)
since
I do't deserve it
right?
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Light Mind [ "Poetry" ]
Poetry× I write it all Day and night So my Mind could finally become Light × 'Girl