lost and indecisive,
feeling more of the same,
teenage player,
stuck in the semi-sweet sting of lust,
getting lost in their eyes.
falling to the sweet replies,
or rather their lies.
its not simple,
rather complex,
weaving through the willing heart,
dark, deep, and cavernous.
confused and sore.
longing for theirs to call my own.
just for once.
just for a little while.
just at all.
breathing and feeling
real.
moving together
free, effortless
soft like feathers.
asking and never receiving,
slightly sad,
slightly moving on,
slightly giving up.
.....always searching secretly.
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