If you wanted a way back in,
You could probably find it, like a path underneath my skin
I'd be lost in your world again so quickly,
Hypnotizing me would prove so easy
You would watch the way the fire spread
I would beg on my knees for you to take me to your bed
And what else is there left to do
You should know by now
I never stopped wanting you
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI write poetry to try to cope with my emotions and find a path forward. Here are some poems I wrote when I needed to figure things out.
