Grasping the cross around my neck, I envision you and I in a different lifetime. My sneakers turn to heels; and my gym clothes to a sweet dress that falls past my knees. I hear the purr of an engine. You would be showing off as you are now; and I would worry and pray, but you know I secretly love that you're trying to impress me. You call me "doll." I giggle, I blush; oh, how I'm falling for you. I spin around every night when I get home, and my momma's waiting up. My father would approve of you, but he'd hate how you keep me out so late. But you're there beside me, wooing me with your dangerous little stunts that concern me, that thrill me. Back in the moment, I raise my gold crucifix to my lips and pray that my boy doesn't hurt himself.
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VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoetryVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
