the not so big book of poetry

unloved slut

Your floor, my clothes,

Your bed, My body,

Your back, my nails,

Your hand, my neck,

Black dots, my vision,

Dirty dreams, small clothes

Eyes open, strange room,

Bear feet, wooden floor,

Headache, Legs sore,

Wearing nothing, thats mine,

I'll leave, you won't remember,

Anything that's not my body,

They only like my naked body,

So I'll keep my soul clothed,

But what if,

I dared to undress my soul,

And keep my body covered,

Would they strip their soul,

And dare to dream,

Next to me?