naked truthfulness is dense in the air
questions running laps in my mind
so fragile, so vulnerable
as I lay there,
clothes scattered everywhere
dare i place a bet?
by tomorrow i will regret
the stranger i let into my bed
never to see again
but never to forget.
YOU ARE READING
A MESS.
Poetrya book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
