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No matter how many times
I write this down
It cant make you come again
It can stop the sound
Of breaking down
No matter how often I forgive
I still cannot drown
I cant forget the look on your face
Before they placed you in the ground
Before they laid you down
And all im asking is for one little sign
And three simple words: are you alright?
One small response one little light
One more whisper before you say goodbye
Write these words down again
In your history book notes
Write down the words i said
And put you away in a box of hope
And send you far away from home
Now theres no remnents of you
Nothing to remind me
Just this simple shape of this urn
And the love im desiring
And the love im never getting
And all im asking is for one little sign
And three simple words: are you alright?
One small response one little light
One more whisper before you say goodbye
I write this down
It cant make you come again
It can stop the sound
Of breaking down
No matter how often I forgive
I still cannot drown
I cant forget the look on your face
Before they placed you in the ground
Before they laid you down
And all im asking is for one little sign
And three simple words: are you alright?
One small response one little light
One more whisper before you say goodbye
Write these words down again
In your history book notes
Write down the words i said
And put you away in a box of hope
And send you far away from home
Now theres no remnents of you
Nothing to remind me
Just this simple shape of this urn
And the love im desiring
And the love im never getting
And all im asking is for one little sign
And three simple words: are you alright?
One small response one little light
One more whisper before you say goodbye
Literature
SEX
Lovers do it.
People abuse it.
Porn improves it.
Teens try it.
Rapists force it.
Hookers sell it.
Brothels run it.
The horny want it.
And human survival relies on it.
Literature
Sex Object
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
walk away.
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
life with?
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his
Literature
Whore
Touch me where we're not supposed to,
Just to let me know you care.
Hold me close and kiss me hard,
Just so I know you're really there.
Take off my cloths and I'll take yours,
We'll let this happen as it should.
Make love as has never been made,
Or at least the best we could.
I feel dirty and amazingly cheap,
So overrated and used.
I guess it could have been better,
But at least I'm still amused.
I'm a whore not worth a dime,
Kill me now to clean the streets.
Spray me down and hang me to dry,
Just leave me with the sheets.
You should hold me now the most,
When I really need a hand.
But instead of
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