Feelings seem fickle,
When she’s around.
With unattained answers,
Beckoning to be found.
My wall builds back up,
Unintentionally keeping you out.
I’m trying to hide from her,
It’s not you that brings doubt.
Unsatisfied fatuations,
Race my heart as they tease.
But I know they’re not real,
When pursued they didn’t please.
I want to let you in,
Make all I am, your home.
Know that she doesn’t compare,
It's you I crave to be my own.
6 Comments:
I'm just here for the tits.
Oh god, I wish people left their names! All this anonymity is killing me.
But, I'm glad you're here.. even if it's just for the tits ha..
Demi....you make me blush.
dino.. who are you? ha.
Demi...you still make me blush.
-confused...-
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