i am a rotten daisy in a garden full of Juliet roses
yet my lips can feed your ego more than she and her whole body can
i am a half-broken soul
but whole when meets your hand behind my hair
and alive when you choke me while getting in all me
how can i not love you
while our nights are mostly good
and tired
and satisfied
but think of the one who doesn't even know my presence matters
i am wanted and desired by you
but to him; i am just regular flakes passing his molecules by
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
i am a rotten daisy in a garden full of Juliet roses
yet my lips can feed your ego more than she and her whole body can
i am a half-broken soul
but whole when meets your hand behind my hair
and alive when you choke me while getting in all me
how can i not love you
while our nights are mostly good
and tired
and satisfied
but think of the one who doesn't even know my presence matters
i am wanted and desired by you
but to him; i am just regular flakes passing his molecules by
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