are we lost yet?
are we having fun yet?
have you called her back yet?
you never called her back
you just put your hand on her back
the next time you met
why aren't you in my bed?
you're in her bed, I bet
and instead of calling her back
you're just letting her beg
for more of you
for more since she lacks
of love in her life
you're the reason she will survive
you said you'd meet me at five
so let's drive, get lost
and never come back
YOU ARE READING
A COMPILATION OF HEART AND BRAIN
PoésieIt's funny how I struggle with sharing my thoughts yet here I am exposing them to everyone
