Half naked in my bed
I’ll wash the sheets tomorrow
We sat at the bottom of the stairs
I fought tears and screams
You told me I needed exercise.
That you could tell.
“What do you have to live for?”
I DON’T KNOW!
My *** is round, apparently
You’re obsessed and carnivorous
I brought you some narcissus
You didn’t care that I went barefoot
“What do you want to do then?”
I DON’T KNOW!
The grocer boy at the store.
He had loose black curls and a sweet face
The older lady tried to set us up,
But I’m much too young
But my mother and sister claim he’s flustered
“Aren’t you flattered an older boy likes you?”
I DON’T KNOW!
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 11:37 PM UTC
Half naked in my bed
I’ll wash the sheets tomorrow
We sat at the bottom of the stairs
I fought tears and screams
You told me I needed exercise.
That you could tell.
“What do you have to live for?”
I DON’T KNOW!
My *** is round, apparently
You’re obsessed and carnivorous
I brought you some narcissus
You didn’t care that I went barefoot
“What do you want to do then?”
I DON’T KNOW!
The grocer boy at the store.
He had loose black curls and a sweet face
The older lady tried to set us up,
But I’m much too young
But my mother and sister claim he’s flustered
“Aren’t you flattered an older boy likes you?”
I DON’T KNOW!
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