Single
I would sell my soul just to have a man make me his Muse.
Growing impatient while I sit here legs closed with my good girl views.
Beginning to think my self worth is all in my head since no man thinks I'm worth more than a lay.
Getting too old to chase these dreams of having a family of my own someday.
Copyright © Christina Hons | Year Posted 2015
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