It's a sneaky addiction.
I think I'm fine, then
A few words spoken
and I'm down on my knees again.
I think I've evolved
but as it turns out
I'm the same little girl
desperate for love,
only willing to draw lines in the sand.
A wave of your words
can erase them.
Mold me into
whatever fits best with you.
I'll stay in position
'til the pain is unbearable.
Maybe longer.
Jul 15, 2024
Jul 15, 2024 at 3:16 AM UTC
It's a sneaky addiction.
I think I'm fine, then
A few words spoken
and I'm down on my knees again.
I think I've evolved
but as it turns out
I'm the same little girl
desperate for love,
only willing to draw lines in the sand.
A wave of your words
can erase them.
Mold me into
whatever fits best with you.
I'll stay in position
'til the pain is unbearable.
Maybe longer.
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