A foolish dub that spreads a tickle,
Naming something of sour and bitter,
Licking some sweetness off of a desirable chest,
For once in my life.
When I do, I want to breathe the air he breathe,
I want to listen to his heart beat every morning,
Ride him under the moon while the who rig the night,
But some wish just don't fall into your hand with a coincidence,
Some just sit there in front of you like a game of choices,
And somehow there it was, a realization that I want to laugh with him,
Live with him,
And love him til death so us part.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Lies
PoesíaAn emotional investment toward gaining clarity from the chapters of lies, but it is knitted to explain the strict intake from an un-integrity blab that rolls off the devil's tongue.
