4-16-24
A feeling of knowing who to trust
Hell, I lack that skill
I trusted her, but just
Like any old thrill
The adrenaline wears off
And you find yourself feeling ill
Then he comes along
Like an answer to your prayer
Makes you belong
Makes it all feel fair
Sweeps you off your feet
You feel the wind in your hair
I've found that maturing
While it can feel quite blurring
Can find you the one
Who really cares
CZYTASZ
Tales of a Pretty-Eyed American girl (Poetry)
PoezjaI like to think of myself as not an author, not a poet, but a girl who just wants to be loved, cherished, and understood unconditionally. Unfortunately, in today's society, that's just too much to ask for... and I hate it here. "Just like any old t...
