Just That Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Just That



I always draw back, I always
refuse her lips. I feel like
I should protect her. I'm not
perfect. I'm too much of a fool.
I write. It's what I do. She'd find
out, and she'd break her heart. She'd
cry. I only want a muse for my book. Just that.

Thursday, September 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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