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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