i don't want to say it, it's been overused
but i guess i need to, am i just confused?
baby, i have a feeling of wanting to be yours
i pictured you didn't want me, it is such a remorseeveryone is a color on their own
but all i see is yours all alone
my heart's been busy lately
screaming i want you to the bone
is that so wrong? can i go home??Estl. 04-25-23
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Poems and Prose and Girlhood
PoetryA gallimaufry of poetry and prose arose throughout my girlhood.