Some say the hardest part is leaving,
I say it's worse to try to believe it.
that pleasure you could give me must have meant nothing.
cause what you did was caused from one thing.
a recluse is now what I aim to be
no more me and you,
no more me
a recluse is what I have to be.
your screams could tear down the ceiling,
nails in my back, flesh cracked torn and peeling.
fake, nah I can't believe that, I had you pinned,
penetation, you gasped and sighed while I grinned.
you say nah I faked it, well you must be studying Halle berry's shit.
cause that shit was real to me and to you,
just leave it at that, no way you were acting shit.
a recluse is what I will forever be,
wrapped in silence, tucked away,
hidden from the world, I hide and I pray.
a recluse is what i have become in my home designed for one.
Submitted: April 30, 2019
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If it was the passion, as I’m gathering from this than they are lying it wasn’t fake, a lot of people say that just to make there self feel good but they don’t understand how the other person feels, you know wat is true and real so don’t listen to them!! I’m so sorry for this
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Amy F. Turner
Bitter. Raw. Angry passion. Words can really cut.and I see how they can make th3 narrator bleed. Relatable. Well done the weave of your words.
Tue, April 30th, 2019 3:01amAuthor
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Thanks the very sexy miss turner
Mon, April 29th, 2019 8:16pm