Hey? I see you looking at me,but that's okay cause there isn't a fee;Heart beats fast,mind ample with colours and promises,you're the most serene sight to any eye,that's not just my hypothesis.
Is it me,or just my vanity,Chances are you already like me,old' probability;And I believe that,sadly,since I'm not just another guy,Sad is my way of thinking,sadder still is that my love for validation is high.Behind my mind I feel like mulling,because all i want is a good old fucking;Not to satiate my sexual urges,but rather to tell myself I'm wanted,I need to stop,it hurts people,maybe just one more time,she's about to be hunted.
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Fucking Vanity
PuisiA short poem that explores vanity and goes into modern day relationships and why most of them fail.(At least in my experience)
