SometimesA Poem by Gypsy DreamerSometimes we just aren't ready...
I am so not ready for you
with your fast colorful life A million miles away you seem yet you cut me like a knife. I can see you standing there feel your ever awaiting need this feeling grows within me like a demon planted seed. I can't live without you nor with you can't you see you're tattooed on my brain your name is what I breathe. I am so not ready for you it's not fair I can't trust for i don't just want you to satisfy my lust. Sometimes a girl gives and takes but gives more Sometimes love is sweet not making a big score. © 2011 Gypsy Dreamer |
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Added on September 8, 2011 Last Updated on September 8, 2011 Author
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