First trimester is tough.


Becoming human

Let's hang out on the bathroom floor
While im sick of all that makes me human
Come hang out with me
On the barhroom floor
Because I would never choose anybody else but you

I yearned, and I longed
To have you as a part of me
To have the chance to show you
What love can make me do
I prayed, and he answered
We are one and three to be
But you're the one who is doing all the showing, baby.
I'm just here sick of being human

Come hang with me on the bathroom floor
While im sick of all that makes me human
Come hang out on the bathroom floor
With us
Because I would choose you over and over



Poetry by zana
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Written on 2024-08-26 at 19:55

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