When our covers are on the ground,
And our heartbeats make no sound,
You'll examine a willing body,
With your own self naked, too.
Part of me just wants no part
In what you want to do,
But part of me loves the feel
Of your fingers on my thighs,
Too.
I've exposed myself completely,
What more do you want me to do?
I've offered you my naked soul,
But you want my body naked, too.
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
