He placed his hands on my mind
Before reaching for my waist
My hips, or my lips
That's when I knew he was the one
He didn't see me as a toy
To give away when tricks get old
And wouldn't leave me alone and scared
He would love me for me
So I let him in and said I love you
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
