I don't care to see your struggle
as your endearment
puts me in a eternal ******* full of regret
where I continually desire the contraption
until you set me free
No longer will I be a slave to your affections
Your whispers clinging to my ears like paper clips
and your kisses, feeling like cheap post-its that falls like snowflakes
Keep such an endearment to yourself
So you can finally have a taste of your own self-worth
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
I don't care to see your struggle
as your endearment
puts me in a eternal ******* full of regret
where I continually desire the contraption
until you set me free
No longer will I be a slave to your affections
Your whispers clinging to my ears like paper clips
and your kisses, feeling like cheap post-its that falls like snowflakes
Keep such an endearment to yourself
So you can finally have a taste of your own self-worth
A simple poem
