Real.
Touch my skin,
my hair,
my clothes,
know I'm here,
take a spin,
without a care,
oh the lord knows,
my dear,
close your eyes,
fraternize,
you were born for me.
YOU ARE READING
speed bump
PoetryI write my poems when I'm bored, Because I can't say what I feel without being forward, I read all night, And sleep all day, Just to keep you all away, I'm sick and tired, Of being w...