i've imagined being who you are it's what keeps me up at night and makes me sob and **** violently as i think of leaving marks on people the way you do
and i feel bad for you i really do but i also see your your eyes so cold and your lips forming insults and dodging away from me we're not calling a ***** a ***** here we're calling it a queen and worshipping it
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
i've imagined being who you are it's what keeps me up at night and makes me sob and **** violently as i think of leaving marks on people the way you do
and i feel bad for you i really do but i also see your your eyes so cold and your lips forming insults and dodging away from me we're not calling a ***** a ***** here we're calling it a queen and worshipping it
Request permission to use this poem