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"overprotective" poems
I care for you, Because i love you. I care for you, Because i dont want anything bad to happen to you. I care for you, Because you are very essential to me. I care for you, Because i dont want to lose you. But being too caring, Becomes controling. Becomes overprotective. Becomes overthinking. Becomes overreacting. But be worried. When they start to not give a **** about you, Everything is gone. Because i did.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
Care
I Am A Selfish Lover I love you in my own selfish ways. Like other guys I don't claim to love you unconditionally. I love you on a condition that you're going love me back. I want you to be happy. But I want you to be happy with me. Yeah I'm overprotective sometime. Sometimes "irrational" too. But that has got a reason. I can't lose you. Because mere thoughts of spending the rest of my life without you Gives me nightmares.
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Selfish Lover
I’m hurting I know your just doing it because you think it’s “for my own good” But it isn’t and I hate it when you restrict me from everything that makes me happy maybe you should try being less of a overprotective parent instead of trying to make me perfect
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
I hate my parents
So he texted you again We thought he wouldn't I know he wouldn't have If you had let me text him But we decided it would be better If I didn't get arrested For texting violent death threats From an overprotective friend To the guy Who hurt you Now he is back And I know you aren't planning On getting ****** in You tell me you are just waiting For the moment to hurt him Back, the way he hurt you But It could still happen I'm worried it will happen I don't want to see you hurt again I will always be here to pick up your pieces But I would rather see you whole So please Be careful Don't let him **** you in
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
He's Back
Too attached to The memory of you And your sunken dimples That held up the happy curve of your lips (And held up my world too), The want in your voice Coarse with loneliness and anguish, Though evaporating when ****** Between us two (My sweet words the answer to your sole prayer), Your distant stare shielding A wall of deep thoughts Scared and shamed and lovingly true **** as the ocean blue)— I love you.
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
Overprotective
I see you sad and it tears my world apart, On stage when you are performing, The joy in your eyes dominant, One thing can influence everything. When management turned down your mic on stage, Your world turned sour but mine started crumbling into little pieces, You are My Life, My World,My Heart belongs to you, To see you sad kills me inside, Especially that Harry had to go over and comfort you, I was furious with management, I could've killed the person that hurt you and made you sad, Call me overprotective, You don't even know me and probably never will, Yet I will lay my life down on the line for you any day, I love you and will alwaysstand by your side, Niall Horan.
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
You Are My World
Dear Dad, I love you - oh so much! I understand that you were the one who stood beside me ever since I was little ever since Mom lost it and fled off, eventually. But I still thank Him for every single day He gave you to me. And Dad, I know you're scared - Daddies get scared too - And I understand that ever since Mom - you have lost too much But you won't ever lose me, you see? I won't ever leave you! The wind won't ever carry me away to places you can't go Well- unless it takes me to the ladies' room then you'd have to let me go. But after that, I'll find you outside and hold your hand. Dear Dad, There's no need for P-38, no. That P-38 You swore you'd use that on every boy who breaks my heart But Dad, cant you see? It's okay! I want to get my heart broken. I want to know how pain is associated after the expiration of love I want to know how you felt before Because I want to be wary, I want to take caution on the next dates I'd have. And I have to get hurt to build my own muscles to become as strong as you. So that the next man who breaks my heart I wont cry so hard all night that I'd feel the guilt because I kept you awake. You'd then call me a princess and pledge to avenge me because princesses, you say, shouldn't be in distress. But Dad, I am not a damsel of course not! I am a warrior! A ******* goddess at war. You have to ingest the fact that your baby girl has grown into a soldier in a war she trained herself into because it is her war. Keep your P-38, Dad. There's no need for that. She's in a battle - let her win it without you. But dearest Dad, at the end of the day, I will fall inside the castle of your arms and tell you my whimsical adventures and assure you that I'm still your baby girl. That way, you won't feel old and you won't feel like disappearing. Because you are my King and kings don't leave their daughters alone in the woods. *** Dear Dad, Somebody broke my heart today. Where are you?
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
To My Overprotective Father
Dear Dad, I love you - oh so much! I understand that you were the one who stood beside me ever since I was little ever since Mom lost it and fled off, eventually. But I still thank Him for every single day He gave you to me. And Dad, I know you're scared - Daddies get scared too - And I understand that ever since Mom - you have lost too much But you won't ever lose me, you see? I won't ever leave you! The wind won't ever carry me away to places you can't go Well- unless it takes me to the ladies' room then you'd have to let me go. But after that, I'll find you outside and hold your hand. Dear Dad, There's no need for P-38, no. That P-38 You swore you'd use that on every boy who breaks my heart But Dad, cant you see? It's okay! I want to get my heart broken. I want to know how pain is associated after the expiration of love I want to know how you felt before Because I want to be wary, I want to take caution on the next dates I'd have. And I have to get hurt to build my own muscles to become as strong as you. So that the next man who breaks my heart I wont cry so hard all night that I'd feel the guilt because I kept you awake. You'd then call me a princess and pledge to avenge me because princesses, you say, shouldn't be in distress. But Dad, I am not a damsel of course not! I am a warrior! A ******* goddess at war. You have to ingest the fact that your baby girl has grown into a soldier in a war she trained herself into because it is her war. Keep your P-38, Dad. There's no need for that. She's in a battle - let her win it without you. But dearest Dad, at the end of the day, I will fall inside the castle of your arms and tell you my whimsical adventures and assure you that I'm still your baby girl. That way, you won't feel old and you won't feel like disappearing. Because you are my King and kings don't leave their daughters alone in the woods. *** Dear Dad, Somebody broke my heart today. Where are you?
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You're not perfect. Sometimes you're jealous, Sometimes you're overprotective. You lose your temper, You forget about patience. Occasionally you're selfish, Occasionally you're inconsiderate. You make me cry too hard, You make me mad too much. You're not perfect. You're not perfect at all. Sometimes you squeeze me too tight, Sometimes you steal all the blankets. You get lost in my eyes, You hold my hand 'til it's sweaty. Occasionally you miss my lips when you kiss me, Occasionally you tickle me until I'm breathless. You make me laugh too hard, You make me love too much. You're not perfect. You're perfectly mine.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
You're Not Perfect
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth and the world at your feet always taunting me dauntingly you held out the spoon dripping in your spit I held out my tongue and prayed for rain to soothe the pain of thirst but never tasted it And your tongue tasted more like iron and your touch felt like steel and so sharp and cold against the dry of my skin my sin you loved to hold and stole away from me the overprotective mother of a child you ***** and praised You told me we'd dance but it felt more like pulling like swinging like violently orbiting 'round the sun you're too well aware you are you are bound to burn out before too long bathe me, cleanse me, shave me make me everything you want to take me touch me beat me anything any kind of embrace will do will you?
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Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 10:50 PM UTC
Baptism
I see that the jealousy was Unhealthy and That him being overprotective Was scary. Back then I made excuses for His actions, But I know now that he was Completely wrong. I should have been able to go Out when I wanted And not feel guilty for being Happy without him. I should have been his equal, Not his inferior. I should have been who I wanted To be, Not who he told me I had to.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:06 AM UTC
Realization
MY MOTHER AND I IN THE CAR: Mom: What ever happened to that boy you told me about? Me: Oh, we kind of just stopped talking. WHAT EACH OF US REALLY MEANT: Mom: So, are you in some kind of secret relationship I don't know about? Are you meeting people without me hearing about it? Are you sneaking out at night to drink and do drugs and strip and sleep with boys? Do you have a love life? Tell me about everything so I can know every little detail of your life, freak out about it, obsess over it and lock you in a tower so you never ever date anyone ever or have any kind of a life because I am worried about you and I don't trust you but I love you so I am going to be as overprotective as physically possible. Me: He turned out to be someone different than who I thought he was. And also I don't trust you we have a terrible mother-daughter relationship and I will never confide in you because you would never understand that emotions are not logical and you are not always right mom. I love you, but I could never put my faith in you or count on you to carry me when I am broken.
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
What we meant
There are many kinds of love Romantic love, the most common And also the most overrated Family love, probably the most beautiful And most unconditional as well Platonic love, or friend love Again, simple and unconditional Something that has become very popular these days Which leaves us with.....cousin love Yes, one of the most underrated forms of love Seeing as it is not frequently talked about Well, most families stick together So do best friends However, there are a few things Which you may not feel comfortable sharing with your family Usually, the best option is to share such things With your friends instead Or rather, your best friend But then, it is also possible That you may not have a best friend In such a case, your best bet would be your cousins Cousins are part of your extended family And they also know your immediate family well Remember, you don't always have to choose between two extremes Sometimes, you have to take a middle path That's exactly where your cousins come in Because they will listen to you fully Without getting too emotionally involved or overprotective And in addition, they may have suggestions That might not have occurred to your family or friends So, cousins are more important Than most people might think And it is high time That we start showing love to our cousins as well Along with family and friends, of course But yes, not all cousins are the same Just as it is better to have a select few close friends With whom you can share anything Rather than a big group of fair weather friends It equally makes sense To maintain close relationships with a select few cousins Who mean the world to you And always have time for you Yes, cousin love is extremely underrated But at the same time, very valuable And something to be cherished, forever
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Feb 7, 2023
Feb 7, 2023 at 12:30 AM UTC
How Valuable Cousin Love Is
There are many kinds of love Romantic love, the most common And also the most overrated Family love, probably the most beautiful And most unconditional as well Platonic love, or friend love Again, simple and unconditional Something that has become very popular these days Which leaves us with.....cousin love Yes, one of the most underrated forms of love Seeing as it is not frequently talked about Well, most families stick together So do best friends However, there are a few things Which you may not feel comfortable sharing with your family Usually, the best option is to share such things With your friends instead Or rather, your best friend But then, it is also possible That you may not have a best friend In such a case, your best bet would be your cousins Cousins are part of your extended family And they also know your immediate family well Remember, you don't always have to choose between two extremes Sometimes, you have to take a middle path That's exactly where your cousins come in Because they will listen to you fully Without getting too emotionally involved or overprotective And in addition, they may have suggestions That might not have occurred to your family or friends So, cousins are more important Than most people might think And it is high time That we start showing love to our cousins as well Along with family and friends, of course But yes, not all cousins are the same Just as it is better to have a select few close friends With whom you can share anything Rather than a big group of fair weather friends It equally makes sense To maintain close relationships with a select few cousins Who mean the world to you And always have time for you Yes, cousin love is extremely underrated But at the same time, very valuable And something to be cherished, forever
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I am a daughter a sister and a lover but a fighter when needed I take what I can get but never give up hope that I may one day get more I am a hopeless romantic and not afraid to admit it I am lost in a sea of dreams and not sure which way I should swim People say I fall in love to quickly but maybe they don't fall fast enough I am stubborn and doubtful I try not give into temptations or peer pressure I am wild and crazy, loud and at times immature I am not afraid to say how I feel but then hesitate to make sure I don't hurt people I am a friend I am overprotective and can go a little insane I try my best to make the ones I love happy I never fail to intertwine my dreams and my reality So I can one day say I achieved far beyond what was thought of me I am an artist an athlete and a comedian I write how I feel, play to win and make others smile I am gay but I don't let it define me I accept it I am proud of it I am a one track mind with an old soul I am curly hair green eyes and talent that flows threw my bones I try to be myself at all times I am a dreamer a believer and most of all I am an achiever Hoping that one day I find my place in this world and if I get lost I won't hesitate to stop and ask for directions I am not afraid to chase my dreams even if they take me to the unknown I am more then what is shown on the outside I am more then you know
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
Everything that I Am
Yeah I totally understand When you delete all of My social networking sites Yeah I completely sympathize When you go all overprotective Parent on my *** Yeah It's a shame When I defy your rule so I can fit into the nest of popular Yeah I utterly hate it When nothing goes your way And your children misbehave Yeah I despise it too When people lie Kind of like I am doing right At This Moment Yeah I know I am faking understanding But I won't for long
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
understanding
criss cross crossing hello havn't seen you here before I would love another drink hey don't, I do not know how to dance Can you dig that drummer. Hey I thought we were lovers. Would you like to go outside. Hell my overprotective brother just walked in. **** I just ran out of friends. Got a light. Man I can hear you from here. **** the taxi has arrived.
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
party
Condensation left, the window blind smudging with a bare hand the panes allow sight, to the restlessness of the trees and the blustering leaves rain forming puddles Seeing him wave, from across the street with, board in hand smiling upwards, glancing the butterflies kick and twist "Meadow, Meadow.." "Shush, I know, he's outside!" Her little sister was always part of, the games too she knew their ma, would never allow Meadow out barely allowed, away  from sight, overprotective eyes Cady patiently waited, beside the park gate, as always as he watched his girl, run freedom and beauty in her eyes, a manifestation of the name she was graced with Indigo jeans, bleeding into the rain, as she splashes through, puddles reflecting her love, as he smiles with bright eyes, embracing her sweet sixteen kisses, connect Racing through the field, kids crazy in love, sketching names into hollowed out trees, drinking beer, sparking a doobie, last nights skater smoking session, come undone Hours pass, dark skies blacken street lights lead, a pathway home, laughter echoes she's to climb the tree, crawl in through the window slightly parted for her return Great escapes, all well and good, falling drunk and high, left her misunderstood, no way back in home, she calls "Skylar, can you let me in!" "Coming now.." Their kiss lingered, Cady pulled away, and waved looking back as his skate board took him back down the street, home "You love him Meadow!" "Skylar, I really do." © Sia Jane
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
Eleutheromania
Condensation left, the window blind smudging with a bare hand the panes allow sight, to the restlessness of the trees and the blustering leaves rain forming puddles Seeing him wave, from across the street with, board in hand smiling upwards, glancing the butterflies kick and twist "Meadow, Meadow.." "Shush, I know, he's outside!" Her little sister was always part of, the games too she knew their ma, would never allow Meadow out barely allowed, away  from sight, overprotective eyes Cady patiently waited, beside the park gate, as always as he watched his girl, run freedom and beauty in her eyes, a manifestation of the name she was graced with Indigo jeans, bleeding into the rain, as she splashes through, puddles reflecting her love, as he smiles with bright eyes, embracing her sweet sixteen kisses, connect Racing through the field, kids crazy in love, sketching names into hollowed out trees, drinking beer, sparking a doobie, last nights skater smoking session, come undone Hours pass, dark skies blacken street lights lead, a pathway home, laughter echoes she's to climb the tree, crawl in through the window slightly parted for her return Great escapes, all well and good, falling drunk and high, left her misunderstood, no way back in home, she calls "Skylar, can you let me in!" "Coming now.." Their kiss lingered, Cady pulled away, and waved looking back as his skate board took him back down the street, home "You love him Meadow!" "Skylar, I really do." © Sia Jane
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There. Hes right there, on the floor. Rushing through the white front door, I stop and crouch down to the floor. Check his pulse, screaming, crying, in tears. Setting off an alarm within my overprotective barriers. Maybe... If maybe, I had been there quicker.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
Maybe if id been quicker
The words don't come easily, No; I don't tell you enough, Pull yourself from feeling haunted feelings I can't return, Push me further than intended and lose grip on reality. You see me in front of you? You see be behind you, No longer beside you. Feelings creep into my conscience, Was I really that bad? Friendship's sharper than I thought, Didn't I notice the pain I caused? Only realised when I was burnt, Sleepless nights full of nightmares. Dreamless tears, Endless fears, Push of knives, Rush of blood, Think this is penance enough? Closer than flesh and blood, Only tears can convey, Holding tightly to the fear, Let go! It's my life, Don't remind me so many times, How many times you felt the same, Next time I'll tell you more often Tell you, dear brother, Overprotective, Understanding, Jealous, Wonderous, Alone, My own, I do love you
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Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 7:26 AM UTC
Understanding
She has left me forever but wants to enjoy my company forever because she knows that my advice was as worthy as her father's advice for her. And she wanted a cool boyfriend, not a caring and overprotective ****** like me, in her words. She has unfortunately chosen to ditch me forever. But she is paradoxically true in saying that the care I dispensed was more like that of a father than just a cool lover or a boyfriend who she desired. I can't stand the sight of herself willingly falling into the quicksand that the evil society is. She will weep alone someday, repenting for making all the wrong choices and I won't be waiting for her forever because my respected parents have wrested my life from the clutches of death so that I may do something worthy of my calibre, not condescending from mere some ****** girl's stupid decisions. So I chose to move on alone. She'll realize one day that her decisions were all made sluttily and wrongly so. But when she realizes so, I will make sure that I am not there to handle her once again. I will stop being concerned for her altogether. I forgive her with the guarantee to forget her and come over to move on beyond her one day. But no one will get my more than humanitarian love ever.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
Declaration of Freedom
If only I could create a masterpiece of a man. I'm stuck with small remnants of what I want from the past, but I want them all and more. I'd make him perfect. We'd be best friends like me and D He'd be overprotective like E My same like J Oh we'd be the happiest in town Always stealing kisses that you never wanted to end Holding hands because that's what they're meant for Ending the day laying in each others arms He'd please me in every way Knowing and owning my body like J But devouring like D Just to ensure I was fulfilled in all ways We'd share honesty, monogamy, trust, We'd share our bodies Our hearts would be one Yes, he'd be my masterpiece. He'd be only for me. Mine. I'd make him beautiful.
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
My Masterpiece
Do the words "Black Lives Matter" make you upset? Black bodies hanging from poplar trees, would you have wept? When a black child is murdered by police, Do you ask "why" or "why didn't he get on his knees" When armed shooters with lack of color Are still allowed to see their mother. Black fathers taken from their kids before birth Black children six feet beneath earth Naive young me used to question why so often. I remember asking my mom why I couldn't have a nerf gun. I promised I wouldn't shoot it at, or hurt anyone. Mom, it's cold why can't I wear my hood at night? It's not in my eyes I promise I can see alright. Danny and Nick are doing it, why can't I play ding **** ditch Jesus Christ why can't I just live? I always viewed my parents as overprotective Thought I was being sheltered and I couldn't tell why My dad always seemed a bit aggressive All because they were doing things just to keep me alive I was never awarded my adolescence Coming home from school to added lessons I wasn't afforded the luxury of childhood and silly decisions Because of others bad filthy religions I never knew what it was like to be boisterous and careless My mother feared some cop would point at me and care less I could have been just words on a tombstone Instead of you reading my thoughts and my words being known It wasn't until now that I understand why I wasn't allowed to make mistakes Until seeing black victims juvenile crimes resurrect all whilst the white shooter didn't get a court date I know now I know now that my life doesn't matter more than that of a deer "Is it hunting season on a ****** *** wasn't a joke, but actually fear. Black bodies no longer hang on poplar trees Black bodies now lie in the streets Silence is empowering the other side So I no longer jail my tongue behind my teeth.
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
Why Black Lives Matter / How To Raise a Black Child
Do the words "Black Lives Matter" make you upset? Black bodies hanging from poplar trees, would you have wept? When a black child is murdered by police, Do you ask "why" or "why didn't he get on his knees" When armed shooters with lack of color Are still allowed to see their mother. Black fathers taken from their kids before birth Black children six feet beneath earth Naive young me used to question why so often. I remember asking my mom why I couldn't have a nerf gun. I promised I wouldn't shoot it at, or hurt anyone. Mom, it's cold why can't I wear my hood at night? It's not in my eyes I promise I can see alright. Danny and Nick are doing it, why can't I play ding **** ditch Jesus Christ why can't I just live? I always viewed my parents as overprotective Thought I was being sheltered and I couldn't tell why My dad always seemed a bit aggressive All because they were doing things just to keep me alive I was never awarded my adolescence Coming home from school to added lessons I wasn't afforded the luxury of childhood and silly decisions Because of others bad filthy religions I never knew what it was like to be boisterous and careless My mother feared some cop would point at me and care less I could have been just words on a tombstone Instead of you reading my thoughts and my words being known It wasn't until now that I understand why I wasn't allowed to make mistakes Until seeing black victims juvenile crimes resurrect all whilst the white shooter didn't get a court date I know now I know now that my life doesn't matter more than that of a deer "Is it hunting season on a ****** *** wasn't a joke, but actually fear. Black bodies no longer hang on poplar trees Black bodies now lie in the streets Silence is empowering the other side So I no longer jail my tongue behind my teeth.
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Get my life away from myself? No, please don't! Overprotective to me? Please don't be Sincere. I am Will get every of my work done myself Can make choices for myself Can decide for myself If I ask for a favor Make it happen, if you like to If not, Make it happen , you may not No worries for sure Overprotective to me? Please don't be Get your insecurities overrule my presence, No, please don't! Get over my life, please don't Its mine Get my life away from myself? No, please don't! Overprotective to me? Please don't be Its making me dull Its making me forget the passion Its overshadowing myself Its getting me lazy Its getting me get to not decide for myself Right to decide for myself, I have Right to decide for my truth Right to mold my own thoughts Right to become not influenced Right to choose my thought process Right to be independent The human right, inborn Independence Is what shapes life with passion No, its not ignorance Undermine my choices in life You have no right to Compare my choices to that of yourself You can, but I don't care Manipulate the choices I make It does not matter Independence I am seeking, Is not the ignorance to everything in life It's the space of hope and choice in life It is the space for my own life It is for my life itself It is for the heart of a human It is for the thrill in life that exists It is to get over with the same old **** you get me into It is to be open and radical It is to not get into trouble It is for your good and for mine Don’t be dependent on me I know you are Take responsibility of your own life A parasite, please don’t be Don't try to make me one also Be ignorant, don't be On your choices in the first place Make an effort to make a choice An independent choice of your own Choice that favors yourself Get my life away from myself? No, please don't! Overprotective to me? Please don't be Its unconscious
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
Overprotective
Get my life away from myself? No, please don't! Overprotective to me? Please don't be Sincere. I am Will get every of my work done myself Can make choices for myself Can decide for myself If I ask for a favor Make it happen, if you like to If not, Make it happen , you may not No worries for sure Overprotective to me? Please don't be Get your insecurities overrule my presence, No, please don't! Get over my life, please don't Its mine Get my life away from myself? No, please don't! Overprotective to me? Please don't be Its making me dull Its making me forget the passion Its overshadowing myself Its getting me lazy Its getting me get to not decide for myself Right to decide for myself, I have Right to decide for my truth Right to mold my own thoughts Right to become not influenced Right to choose my thought process Right to be independent The human right, inborn Independence Is what shapes life with passion No, its not ignorance Undermine my choices in life You have no right to Compare my choices to that of yourself You can, but I don't care Manipulate the choices I make It does not matter Independence I am seeking, Is not the ignorance to everything in life It's the space of hope and choice in life It is the space for my own life It is for my life itself It is for the heart of a human It is for the thrill in life that exists It is to get over with the same old **** you get me into It is to be open and radical It is to not get into trouble It is for your good and for mine Don’t be dependent on me I know you are Take responsibility of your own life A parasite, please don’t be Don't try to make me one also Be ignorant, don't be On your choices in the first place Make an effort to make a choice An independent choice of your own Choice that favors yourself Get my life away from myself? No, please don't! Overprotective to me? Please don't be Its unconscious
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Having *** in a car is the most dispassionate of locations. You drive up late, wait on the curb for her to sneak out past her overprotective and well intentioned parents. She gets in, keep the music high and the voices low, any conversation at this point is simply to break the slight awkwardness of what you both know is about to happen. Park in a shady lot with no light posts. You can see an elementary school down the street, buses and pick up lanes, in a few hours they will scamper around like rats but tonight there are no witnesses. Tonight there is nothing but the back seat you climbed into, music still loud enough to dissuade any personalization of the situation. It is ***** and cheap. --a personal preference-- She is nothing but a quick fix. She gets on top, moans a little as you slide in. The seatbelt buckle digs deep into your back, but you don't mind it, this wasn't meant to be comfortable. You just want this over with. She looks at you and smiles, you look away. All of this is shameful, but a necessary evil. There is a decadent beauty that surrounds the cheapest and rawest of pleasures, that glory in the gutter. *** in a car is the most dispassionate of locations. You drop her back off, don't stick around to see her caught by her waiting father. Her shirt is on wrong and her hair is ****** Not your problem. You head home, keeping the music up, thinking about anything else. You don't even know who she is, just some quick fix, just another wednesday night. You try to believe that it is better that way.
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Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
Quick Fix
Having *** in a car is the most dispassionate of locations. You drive up late, wait on the curb for her to sneak out past her overprotective and well intentioned parents. She gets in, keep the music high and the voices low, any conversation at this point is simply to break the slight awkwardness of what you both know is about to happen. Park in a shady lot with no light posts. You can see an elementary school down the street, buses and pick up lanes, in a few hours they will scamper around like rats but tonight there are no witnesses. Tonight there is nothing but the back seat you climbed into, music still loud enough to dissuade any personalization of the situation. It is ***** and cheap. --a personal preference-- She is nothing but a quick fix. She gets on top, moans a little as you slide in. The seatbelt buckle digs deep into your back, but you don't mind it, this wasn't meant to be comfortable. You just want this over with. She looks at you and smiles, you look away. All of this is shameful, but a necessary evil. There is a decadent beauty that surrounds the cheapest and rawest of pleasures, that glory in the gutter. *** in a car is the most dispassionate of locations. You drop her back off, don't stick around to see her caught by her waiting father. Her shirt is on wrong and her hair is ****** Not your problem. You head home, keeping the music up, thinking about anything else. You don't even know who she is, just some quick fix, just another wednesday night. You try to believe that it is better that way.
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