Poems from cloetheclarinet
Flirt
you flirt.
I did not want that
we are friends
now I hurt
You don't talk to me anymore
was I too harsh?
I recoiled at your touch
you...
I am a girl
I am pretty
I am shallow
I am ugly
I have low...
weed, speed, feeling the need
drugs, rug, dad's starting to bleed
push, shush, quiet please
Keeping us together
but you always leave...