Poems from just-a-penis-with-a-dream
She's the type of girlwho loves strawberriesand long talks about nothingShe's the type of girlwho get lost in her thoughtsand forgets to...
When I die please talk about the bad thingsDon't pretend I was perfect just because I'm goneExplain how I would get pettily angry at...
I reach for the words to describeDeep in my soul they must existSo much emotion tucked awayNo way to let it out, to let you inYour words...
Your small, fragile frame in my armsYou reach up and touch my faceYou wiggle about and kick meIt's okay, my face likes the abuseYou look...
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