You're in their bed covered in silk and lace.
They've got you living with them at their place.
Be careful with your time I would think it's something you wouldn't want to waste.
They'll toss you to the side after they've had their taste.
They tell you they need space and that this isn't a race.
You try to be good and not make haste.
You no longer curb their appetite, they want a different taste.
By Selena Myers
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You're the fries at the bottom of the bag. The heart-shaped chip in a potato chip bag. You're the refreshing taste of lemonade on a hot day. The sunset that lights up ink, orange, and yellow in their