Zack

by Mia   Jun 1, 2008


Baby can't stop thinking about
you quit corrupting
my thoughts you know
damn well
it hurts
it hurts
boys flirt
men stare
i'd give anything to be with you
precious words flutter
my bare feet
pitter patter along
in the muddy muddles
bits of broken glass
scattered
on the groung we're worlds
apart

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