Butterflies… Monsters...
#8 of Poems
A poem on self-doubt
Never let her go!
You might want to reach for something new
Because this old gig might not be for you
Whether you hold to some sick sense of chivalry
Or you just don't want to see your own depravity
I'll leave the answers up to you
There's something to satisfy any taste
Just don't let that beauty go to waste
Try it once, it's not so bad
Whatever you desire can be had
I'll leave the answers up to you
A pretty girl, truth burning in her eyes,
Said those feelings would tear me up inside
Is it the fire that consumes me?
Or the sunlight that embraces me?
I'll leave the questions up to you