I’ve reached a roadblock
in this punch-drunk--
The exhilarated semblance
of warm-color happiness
is peeled back
like the layers of an onion
to reveal raw, pungent inexperience
sincere in frankness,
yet clumsy in approach
The blurred lines of
tender affection
and pious adulation--
The muddy waters of
passionate attachment
and fiery dominion--
A foolish game
for a foolish girl.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
I’ve reached a roadblock
in this punch-drunk--
The exhilarated semblance
of warm-color happiness
is peeled back
like the layers of an onion
to reveal raw, pungent inexperience
sincere in frankness,
yet clumsy in approach
The blurred lines of
tender affection
and pious adulation--
The muddy waters of
passionate attachment
and fiery dominion--
A foolish game
for a foolish girl.
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