materials swimming around in my head like goldfish
I tried sleeping under the sun
i tried resting in the ocean
but it's impossible when the one you want
is the daughter of the sun
my arms are made for her to hold
my lips were made for her to mold
I know I was made to spread my legs for her
but in the end she's the one who decides
if we're getting it on
or if we stay the same.
Power
how could I unwind myself from around her finger
when all I want is to wind my legs
around her neck?
I tried shouting in the void of space
I tried screaming in a padded room
but it's impossible when the one you want
is the daughter of the sun.
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