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302 · Sep 2017
Great Expectations
Morgan Sep 2017
My face wears the pain of many women before me
I am exhausted, drained like a well that sits waiting for someone to fill it.
I have expected you to fill me up when you take but that never happens
It’s been four years now and I continue to wait like Sleeping Beauty
Clueless.
I have tasked you with a job that you cannot complete,
For how can I expect you to give me what I so desperately need when you can’t even help yourself?
273 · Sep 2017
Honey.
Morgan Sep 2017
He drags his fingers across my lips like honey,
But his touch will always be sweeter than his intentions.
Written about a boy whom I know all too well.

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