Clean sheets soaked in a
Strangers sweat
Broken lights
Creating an unenthusiastic
Mood
The curves of my smile
Not the only thing being faked
In that bedroom
Playing tic tack toe
With someone else's feelings
For a temporary fix
Or a temporary problem
Wrapped up in the taste of
Myself
Clean sheets
Only reserved
For the next person
Who can make me feel
Good again
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Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
PuisiI write a lot of poetry, this is just some more of it. Mostly sad shit
