The difference between us,
Is that he wants soft pink skin
And I want heartfelt words.
He wants fresh flesh,
I want the oldest tale, the one that ends with
“They all lived…”
But there is no happy, ever.
*He just wants to **** me*
I adopted the mantra.
I made my friend recite it
Until it sank in.
But then it sank too far
And now lies buried, hopefully irretrievable,
Waiting for resurrection.
*He just wants to **** me*
And after, he would easily abandon
No second thoughts,
No shining words
No happy ever.
After, he would leave me
Utterly alone.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
The difference between us,
Is that he wants soft pink skin
And I want heartfelt words.
He wants fresh flesh,
I want the oldest tale, the one that ends with
“They all lived…”
But there is no happy, ever.
*He just wants to **** me*
I adopted the mantra.
I made my friend recite it
Until it sank in.
But then it sank too far
And now lies buried, hopefully irretrievable,
Waiting for resurrection.
*He just wants to **** me*
And after, he would easily abandon
No second thoughts,
No shining words
No happy ever.
After, he would leave me
Utterly alone.
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