That kind of girlA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittWell here we are with our guilty heads in our hands trying not to look each other in the eyes. Our families would be ashamed to know that when we go to sleep we want to hold each other. My love would most likely tear my pride apart when he finds out i whisper your name in my dreams Now I can't speak for you and what is running through your mind but if it is anything like what I am thinking we had better hurry on our way down to hell, because that is where people like us belong. I hope with my mighty resolve that I am wrong about you for I am perfectly capable of resisting you on my best day but to know that you don't want me to, well that may just be too much for me to walk away from. For the life of my soul, I am begging you baby keep it to yourself when you want to tell me you love me. Don't make me that kind of girl,
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2 Reviews Added on July 28, 2009 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more.. |

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