DegeneratesA Poem by Natalia Queen
I sit here watching the hurricane hurl itself inevitably closer,
And I can't help but to think about you.
And similar to the tropical storm, You break down my walls and flood them with your love. I'm prancing in the rain, soaking wet, I can't help but think about how you persuade me to feel So free. All I know is that you love me for me. © 2022 Natalia Queen |
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Added on October 3, 2022 Last Updated on October 3, 2022 Author
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