Stop
We live in a world where boys
Think stop means go.
But I wish that when I say stop
That my voice isn't the music
To your ears.
It rings your eardrums to the
Point where you hold them
And after you're crying for me
To stop
I do.
Because I know when to stop.
-b
YOU ARE READING
Cactus & Peony
Thơ caA book about The pain The suffrage The beauty About being a girl In a world -bhictoria
