Her poems are watered down lemonade.
But her maturity is gravity
Her tAlent for obsession
Is relentless in her savagery
But she doesn't come with bAtteries.
Shes actually. The best thing
Ever happening
And it's no exaggeration
I could cry to see her face
When I'm alone.
Its ******* maddening
She can actually flirt naturally
And theres no
Doubt shesliving happily
So **** the man that has to keep
His **** to feed his family...
Be the husband to a wife
Who likes to keep him. Without sanity
I needmy body to match
My Insides. Or lose my life
By my own hands. And never know
Of happpiness. Truth. Desire
And passion in a tradgedy