I sit with you arms around me, Then they felt so good on my body, Now they are ropes tying me down, I sit with your hands touching me, Then it had all been so beautiful, Now it was a ruined piece of art, I sit kissing you, Then your lips brought me joy with each kiss, Now they poisn me with sorrow, Then I wanted, To be held, To be touched, To be kissed, To be loved, Now I want, To be held by someone that isn't you, To be touched by someone that isn't you, To be kissed by someone that isn't you, To be loved by someone that knows how.
Reason for writing:
freaking guys holding me down
Birth sign: Aquarius
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