You are so in a rush
You forget to listen
Consumed by lust
Can't wait to be taken
Do you know what you want?
Is she a hundred?
Is she the one you wanted?
is she....
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I'm done writing poems
About you
About what could've been
I no longer care
of how you've been doing
But when the day comes
you realize how unhappy you are
Don't come bother looking for me
I'll be up there,
floating among the stars