i'm closing my eyes, when i think,
that nobody's watching.
i'm struggling with feelings,
telling myself what to do.
may shout out your name,
but it's awkwardly torturing.
i know what to say,
but i think, i want you.
cut my bony arms and drank
too much gin-
would you say i'm playing
a child?
keep thinking of you is
my terrible sin,
been tingling inside as i'm wild.
i guess that i'm horny,
when you come across.
your forcing sight is just
for two.
i'm being miss tiny, or
drowned creeping floss,
when dare to say "i love you".
you
© Copyright: Вика Дин, 2012
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