Amish Smiles
Wave at the amish.
Their smiles are the best ones.
No dental plan but they shine white from baking powder.
“Unique” is what I’d love to hear,
rather than “sexy,” boys.
Give me something to believe in
because I don’t think forever is real any longer.
Myself is just a hoax.
And you’re just plastic, dear.
My therapist says I’m lining up relationship problems.
Classic Daddy Issue Case
or Older Guy’s Maturity.
Teach me how to be an
immature brat and learn some patience,
two things that contradict and I’ll do just the opposite.
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