There is an unearthly calm on my face
As you sit across from me.
You brooding sensation, you!
What am I? Your flower to toy?
I never gave you permission to use me as a carpet,
Trampling me all over.
Does my face invite your incinerating wrath?
Hurry over, boy.
I'm not the girl for you.
YOU ARE READING
𝔏𝔦𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 | ✔
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