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Jenny Jun 2015
The glare of my innocence
Was the image you laid your eyes on
Your eyes caught mine and they exchanged something our minds couldn't forget
Something Borrowed

Every step you took towards me
Was like a mistake waiting to happen
I didn't hesistate to let you step further into my world.
You opened your mouth and whispered sweet nothings in my ear,again
Something borrrowed

I fell into a whirl pool, a storm
Something I thought was a gaze of adventure
Just one touch took me a million places
My heart races,you captured it and again
Something borrowed

You Undress my mind, my body,my soul
The steam we let loose outlined our shadows
And masked our feelings
You enter and take my innocence
Again
Something borrowed

Something as precious as my time,my attention,heart and innocence is something no man has ever embarked on
It was priceless,until you came along,used it and put it back
But not the way it was found
I was just something
Something borrowed.
Grace Elizabeth Jan 2015
It all started with borrowed shoes
They were left unattended
So I grabbed them as a friend
And with no intentions
I wore them the next day
We laughed like it was all fun and games
Then I forgot to return them

It all started with borrowed shoes
That I eventually did give back
But I guess that's when I fell for you
The way you laughed and played along
Then somewhere along the way
You began to fall for me
And to think all it took was borrowed shoes
Lala Nov 2014
Touch what is left over
Handsome fingertips
Trace our bodies

The taste of another rots
Tradition takes over
Trample on the past

Forget.
Anonymous Oct 2014
I'm something borrowed, from he before him, and him before he,
You're something new, untouched, untainted by mine hands or hers,
You're not the old, for I am new, to you too,
I shall't be blue, for I am no longer 'borrowed' by you,  the 'new,' out with the old, say you,
This is probably one of my favourite pieces I've ever written.
Don't Exist Apr 2014
Our bodies are borrowed
yes, it is not hard to comprehend
it's not a poetic metaphor
nor is it a intellectual endeavor

our bodies are borrowed...

it might seem strange at first
but then it starts to make sense
but its crazy

our bodies are borrowed...?

Hello, for your whole life you was borrowing something
your soul borrowed the body made from your mother
a mom whole also borrowed her body who sexually interacted with another person with a borrowed body
whose parents created them with borrowed bodies
all the way to the beginning

our bodies are borrowed....!!!????

that means our life is borrowed
our kids are borrowed
our happiness are borrowed
our darkness are borrowed
our ****** activities are borrowed
even our souls are borrowed

our bodies are borrowed??????

Now will you continue this borrowed reality or use your borrowed body to create a world?
a world that doesn't require a borrowed body?
a body of your own?
This poem is kinda shaky. Please comment and don't just ready. Don't be scared.

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