Possession 2

In the alley way we pressed against

Our hands twisted like vines

And you kissed me, boldly

I know where this may lead

If I only give you the key...

I don't know if I want to be taken


What will become of me?

Who will I be in the morning?

Someone who always says stay?

And will you stay?

You say yes

but can you read between the lines?

The End

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