out with the old in with the new bought some paint and painted my life blue time to move on do you agree? new me is now setting myself free
good things .
good things .
good things are coming there is no need to be waiting no need to be debating the New You is a side that you have never met before is coming .
this world is yours to explore
I hope I gave you the hope needed so now you can succeed in being the best version of yourself
i hope this poem finds you !
About the Creator
Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmasa day ago in Horror
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