Imagine me trying to intimidate you
What would you say
Would you laugh & be cruel
Or maybe play me like a complete fool
I don't want to argue
I prefer to talk softly
I'll always be proper
Anything else is just not me
I Beckon You to be eager
Dream of angel dust and passion
The trouble is i don't have the courage
To be vulgar & trashy
I cannot flirt & be seductive
I forget how to smile
I memorize the lines they feed me
But i only feel like a lost child
My heart is not a gift
Its a requirement
My soul is not a burden
Its a temporary diversion
I walk the line of stress
Sometimes i cannot help but to cry
Living in a world of shame
And you being obnoxious with your pride
Somehow i want you to crave me
To look at me with desire
touch me with your eyes
Put out the flames in this fire
(C) Lilly Ruth
2008
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