Taunting, isn't it?
Being unaided in...
I wanted to dip my hand
in the river, and blister my finger...
Enchanting
she wears her modesty...
September is confusing.
some say that...
I know
just how to push...
You can tell by
the way I move...
This may not sound
poetic...
I miss the fog of your room.
the morning madness...
You come off strong,
like a million...
You've ripped apart my trusting heart
then thrown it to the wind...
Fine,
Just let me slip...
Sometimes
I get carried away...