The radio screams the same old songs
our speed is excessive
we're racing against lust and bad intentions
cutting through the thick and thin of what the night will bring
smokey lit cities flash by
the type that coughs your lungs
my lips still slightly victimised from your tongue
the lingered hints of mints and cigarettes
and now I know
I should've left my heart at home, because
you only wanted to jump my bones
so here's to us
the hours of bare skin
and misread intentions
you became a familiarity of mine
but not one I could ever get used to
a/n
moral / lesson of the poem
don't let anyone be your source of happiness or relief
find it within yourself
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge