You can not cease to please A girl that sits with ease, Takes life as a breeze Even when it takes me off my feet I'll stand back up and teach
By Mica Armstrong5 years ago in Poets
Will I ever feel loved In this modern society I'm still a lone wanderer I'm trying to get used to it But I wonder if it will ever change.
I draw my breakthrough, It settles my suspicions. Here's another confirmation that My clairvoyance is still fitting.
14 was the age that I became a slut, He asked me for sex, no, so he tried to put it up my but. Dominating this vulnerable child, celebrating with his sinister smile.
Always so vague, To the imagination. We encode meaning that may not have meant. Misunderstanding their perspective we stand alone