it doesn't interest me
what u do for a living.
i want to know
what u ache for,
and if u dare to dream
of meeting your heart's desire.
it doesn't interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon.
i want to know
if would u lay on my lap
when i pass out to bed with smoke on my hand
it doesn't interest me
who u know
or how you came to be here.
i want to know if u will stand
in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.
YOU ARE READING
romantic homicide
Poesiashe could rip my heart and hang it on her wall if it meant art for her..
