i lay at night
wondering what it might be like
to see your eyes when you come undone
and he's in your thighs
and then i remember
how i surrendered that luxury
when i let go of my heart
what a startle it was
when i looked up and found that i was not alone
before my eyes you denounced my lies
and pleaded with my dying soul
but that wasn't nearly enough
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 8:15 PM UTC
i lay at night
wondering what it might be like
to see your eyes when you come undone
and he's in your thighs
and then i remember
how i surrendered that luxury
when i let go of my heart
what a startle it was
when i looked up and found that i was not alone
before my eyes you denounced my lies
and pleaded with my dying soul
but that wasn't nearly enough
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