dust from the past
By missmfa
...you remind me of frogs caterpillars,hogs your touch repulses entices makes me think of princes butterflies,sausages your personality wages a war against my individuality reality ceases to exist whenever you desist from being a chameleon you turn me on with a remote control hidden somewhere in your soul my heart hurts because of dust from the past but at least it was clean dust you turn me off and make me cough from the present dust you bring like a demented king into my state of being I don't understand this thing but i am willing I don't understand why it must sting while pleasuring I don't understand loving you the ugly duckling I don't understand not gathering dust from the past or how I came to love you at last... Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 05:42 PM PST, Mildred Achoch 18 • 0 • 8
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"...you remind me of frogs ..."