Poetry is an Outlet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 16, 2018

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Submitted: July 16, 2018



Kind words, she never knew it was wrong

When she could feel him between her legs

repulsive, she didn't understand

that toy in her hands her only outlet


Open doors, they should have been closed

when they could feel his hand caress their thighs

repulsive, they couldn't understand

breathing slow and pretending through it all


On the bed, they were in his room

when he could feel his innocence torn away

repulsive, he finally understood

drunken memories he wised to forget


Tapping wildly, Her fingers roam the board

When they could feel freedom behind the screen

repulsive, He completely understood


but he can't get to me here.


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