by Arcassin Burnham
something told me to run back to you,
never doubted the person that was inside of you,
you ruined my whole sight of virtue,
but the kisses made it clear,
even past your curfew
you would always consume,
instead of assume,
at the time losing you made it terrible,
my life is terrible,
my reputations ruined,
but in your eyes we were both in the same boat too,
even wanted to be engaged to you,
told you that i will be true,
but you took it in consideration,
as me one day leaving you,
same situation i would not dare put you through,
from every detail to your shoes,
i'd never do that to you,
wanted it to be me and you,
and when life hands you lemons,
**** it make lemon juice.
poetic mafia