at times i am shy
icy fingers and toes
hot tongue
broken heart
open and closed
and sometimes in between.
wrapped in lies
belonging to other people
and sadness
belonging to me
watching strangers
some i would like to know
others
i certainly would not
loud mouthed men turn me off
but occasionally stroke my ego
and my thighs if i drink too much
sometimes i think i am crazy
then i remember
so are you
and its ok
pretty songs
can make me cry in public
pretty girls
make me feel like kissing
and so do beautiful men
Good rhythm in this one. Maybe you should make into a song?
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