missmegandelaney
Bluelighter
Looking for advice about my poem that I constructed in a matter of five mins. Be as harsh as you'd like.
I should have listened to my instinct when I smelt something foul.
You were a predator that was looking for prey.
You can't stop a lion when he's on the proul.
I was sixteen years old, getting high was how my friends and I would play.
You had the the power, because you had the dope.
Everyone was partying in the garage, but I was in in your clutch.
You made me jack you off for five hours, I tried to tell you I didn't want to. But after hour 3 I lost hope.
A hand job isn't a big deal, it really isn't that much.
But you were older then my father, I found you so disgusting. You said "i'm almost there" and you grunted.
I Know you knew it was wrong because you shoved the pookie in my mouth whispering "i'm sorry".
I was healing from the last prouler, but now my healings been stunted.
I learned never to leave your cell phone in the bathroom at a party.
Your eyes are worse then the devil's face.
I'm haunted by your being. I'm haunted by your smile.
I wonder if your mother knows your a disgrace.
It's been six months and I'm in denial, bur your not worh my time.
Even writing this is giving you too much power, I won't type another rythm.
I should have listened to my instinct when I smelt something foul.
You were a predator that was looking for prey.
You can't stop a lion when he's on the proul.
I was sixteen years old, getting high was how my friends and I would play.
You had the the power, because you had the dope.
Everyone was partying in the garage, but I was in in your clutch.
You made me jack you off for five hours, I tried to tell you I didn't want to. But after hour 3 I lost hope.
A hand job isn't a big deal, it really isn't that much.
But you were older then my father, I found you so disgusting. You said "i'm almost there" and you grunted.
I Know you knew it was wrong because you shoved the pookie in my mouth whispering "i'm sorry".
I was healing from the last prouler, but now my healings been stunted.
I learned never to leave your cell phone in the bathroom at a party.
Your eyes are worse then the devil's face.
I'm haunted by your being. I'm haunted by your smile.
I wonder if your mother knows your a disgrace.
It's been six months and I'm in denial, bur your not worh my time.
Even writing this is giving you too much power, I won't type another rythm.
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