dada

You don't need anything to hit with,
to break me down.
You don't need violents,
to bruise me.

I bow to you, for you your highnes.
I serve you, you and your kingdom.
I bleed to hydrate you,
I die to feed you-don't we all.

The way you always breath,
makes me sick.
The way you're such an ass,
make me love you even more.

I bow to you, for you your highnes.
I serve you, you and your kingdom.
I bleed to hydrate you,
I die to feed you-don't we all.

Love me harder,
right in the face.
Be the man, be the boss,
till you bleed too.

I bow to you, for you your highnes.
I serve you, you and your kingdom.
I bleed to hydrate you,
I die to feed you-don't we all.

The bruises you give me,
like a hickeys.




Poetry by baby Blue
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Written on 2008-09-21 at 19:05

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