you, desolate shadow of existence Sexed up and used by their persistence, You'r admirations and aspirations Are the apple cores Planting seeds in my belly Despite my resistance.
On of the things i commonly see that disturbs me massively Is a man wanting full control over a woman It upsets me dramatically and i would never desire such a horrid concept I want my girl to be free, as she bows to no one.
People might ask:"Do you ever get tired of writing poems so much?" My answer to that is: "Nahh" They're too much fun to watch the ink flourish and watch the amount of written paper grow by the day and that you took all your grievances away At least for a short time before you do it all again