Can't
While you drip of sweat,
yes, I do fret.
Girls come in groups-
just like me, they're fools.
I can't let them
sing your anthem.
I want you only mine,
fuck all those lines!
I am mesmerized,
and I do pray,
"Oh Christ-
don't let me die."
-Pam
YOU ARE READING
Life, as it is
PoetryA set of words, phrases, stanzas, and sentences describing the cycle of how I fell for him, and how he hurts me undescribably.
