Backseat rendezvous
Just me and blue
Caressing and confessing
Of a love
we never knew
Oh how time has flew
From IG strangers to dancing in early morning dew at 2
Or is that the alcohol?
My mouth is chap and my stomach is sore
Sza is playing in the background and it echoes our love galore
With your suttle whispers, asking
"Do you like it Mr. Velour?"
The daydreams of us is such a bore
And being with others will just make me feel like a whore
This is such a chore.
Just hold out your arm and kiss me more
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To Him, With Hate
Poetry"To Him, With Hate" is a chapbook of 6 poems and 2 bonus ones that speak on past, present and future love and the complexity of emotions, fun times and overthinking. It follows the set up of "parts of a letter" because it's one big letter that neve...
