Where is the thing between your legs taking you?
It's taking me to have fun,
To do crazy things,
Maybe to forget you,
And just maybe to have a five star sorta love.
It's taking me to a place where feelings don't exist,
A place where feelings don't make you weak,
Somewhere there are no strings,
Maybe it's taking me to my grave,
But why does it turn me on even more?
And whatever happens there,
It won't get out through this beautiful lips of mine,
I will keep it for myself,
Close to me,
Like a very bad , bad lover.
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I Will Find My Own Sky
PoesíaA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
