Is It Really That Difficult?
Will you ever notice how shakey I get? Or that I'm the most nervous one around?
I try to blow it off like nothing but I'm so easy to see through. Your magic to me.
Quite a delicasy. You say you want me. As everyone does. But love, will you deny
me that? Swipe me of something I usually so easily get? Break my pride, make me
feel as if I'm nothing but a good time? How could you? I've never so much as bruised
you! No damage done to yourself. So why must you hurt me? Is it a fun game?
Why don't you just treat me, for once, the way I treat you? Is that really such a hard
thing to do...?
Copyright © Mary Toungett | Year Posted 2010
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