You'd be close to anyone,
Just to feel their body heat;
You'd much sooner shun,
Me in favor of someone who'll hold you close under the sheets;
I'm not special, and I'm no fun,
I can't help but avert my eyes when ours meet;
You don't care enough to hold me so I don't run,
And I'm too scared to relax and not be on my feet.
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VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoetryVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
