Late Night Confessions

So I was hardcore dancing in my room (e.g. hip-twerking, bed-bouncing, head-bobbing, bernie-ing) until I imagined a secret camera recording me, placed there by someone who intends to use it as blackmail. I legitimately became very self-conscious and have felt awkward ever since.

Loss of Innocence

What if I told you
I didn’t want you to be so forward
That the anticipation of the wait
Is really all I want for now.
What if I told you
I don’t have the strength to say no
But I once did
Yet sadly, you would never know.
Even more so,
If I said can we backtrack please?
It’d be too late for the true impression
The one I try and hold for God
The one I pray to keep and not release
But I’m weak right now
Not quite who I want to represent
So please,
Let’s be like children
Knowing how we feel but saving it for later
Slowly caring more and more
Letting the love grow.
If you have no intentions of this
Or innocence to sow
Then please
Let me go.