Concealed by night, we fly.
Smokes in one hand, ***** in the other.
Anything is possible,
Just don't tell my mother.
Adrenaline rushes as fingers touch brass.
Footsteps muffle and hinges sass.
Bad intentions and language, crass.
I let his hands trespass.
My mind is fuzzy,
My words are slurred.
Lines once bold,
Now, are blurred.
This moment is wonderful,
I feel light as a feather!
When morning comes,
I'll be under the weather...
Who is this girl?
I've never met her.
Decisions made.
Parents forbade.
Boys played.
Preyed.
The blame is on me,
I turned into this.
Call me a ****
But don't give me your fist.
Cause when I bounce back,
You'll be first on my list.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
Concealed by night, we fly.
Smokes in one hand, ***** in the other.
Anything is possible,
Just don't tell my mother.
Adrenaline rushes as fingers touch brass.
Footsteps muffle and hinges sass.
Bad intentions and language, crass.
I let his hands trespass.
My mind is fuzzy,
My words are slurred.
Lines once bold,
Now, are blurred.
This moment is wonderful,
I feel light as a feather!
When morning comes,
I'll be under the weather...
Who is this girl?
I've never met her.
Decisions made.
Parents forbade.
Boys played.
Preyed.
The blame is on me,
I turned into this.
Call me a ****
But don't give me your fist.
Cause when I bounce back,
You'll be first on my list.
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