Monday, February 10, 2014

you scared?

you make sounds I can't hear,
and you smell like burnt wood.
resistance- you know what that means?
it's February, not November.
go ahead, caress my jaw.
I like it anyways.
that sheet's too thin
as well as your emotions.
i'll return you the favor.
shut up, you're a virgin,
and you don't drive.

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