Wild One
You’re a whole lotta trouble, lady.
A tiny lost cause,
With the world dangling
From your middle finger.
Poured in a pair of tight jeans,
With a rose in your hair
And bitterness on your face.
What more do you want?
How much more can you handle?
Mischief traces
the curves of your body,
The strain of your buttons
Seems so
Insignificant.
Love me,
Oh, wild one,
Love me,
Till the world ends….
Or at least till
I find my spine.
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