You called me dirty names.
You dipped your fingers into me,
then my mouth.
You snapped
and later I cried.
As I cried I could still taste myself
from you on my tongue,
it only made me cry more.
I wish I was not as greedy.
I wish I would have appeased you rather than beg for my pleasure.
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Words n' shit
PoetryThis is a collection of stuff that I wrote. It's not that good. I'm not an experienced writer or poet but sometimes it helps me to write what I feel.
