my thoughts are not my own, rather those of something i can't control
and thank god we're alone, because i'm feeling a little bit exposed
i'm a little under dressed, and you're a little stressed
but i know you won't care if we make a little mess
she'll slip into something comfy and turn off all the lights
and i'll think of something clever and turn her onto me tonight
i'll give her what she likes
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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