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Too Late?
It sickens me
Was that girl me?
I knew nothing
was going to come of it
But I lead you on
I loved your middle class innocence
I loved your beating heart
Your hopeful eyes
Your nervous habits
But all hope dies
Habits become addictions
Hearts stop beating
And I wanted to take the innocence
I was never allowed.
Nice.
Reminds of the fiona apple song, ''Criminal''. - ''i have been a bad bad girl, I have been careless with a delicate man, and it's a sad sad world, where a girl will break a boy, just because she can.'' sometimes we find power where we can. Lovely write , as usual x
please read my poems, and enjoy the real-life drama that is my life!