I get a little bit carried away with you like Eve when she saw the apple on the tree
I get a little bit flung into outer space when I think about you touching me
I get a little bit too proud to beg and at times can't sleep.. when
you're less than five inches next to me
YOU ARE READING
Twisted
PoesiaThis is just an emotional outlet for me. P.S. I think I might be bipolar. It is completed until I feel like writing another poem, which I might tomorrow. Please, don't steal any of my work. Thank you **Images are taken from the internet. I do not o...
