He holds my hips
In his large hands
I am not small
He makes me feel
Like I am
I am afraid
Of leaving
This man
He seems to be
My perfect mate
Who am I
But a subject to fate?
I told him no
Don't follow me
Is that even
What I believe
Anymore?
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
He holds my hips
In his large hands
I am not small
He makes me feel
Like I am
I am afraid
Of leaving
This man
He seems to be
My perfect mate
Who am I
But a subject to fate?
I told him no
Don't follow me
Is that even
What I believe
Anymore?