Vanity.
Mirror cracking,
Ashes flying,
In looks not lacking.
People crying.
Sanity.
Heart is racing,
Mind is slipping.
Feet are pacing,
Let's start stripping.
Morality.
Take off your clothes,
Get under the sheets.
Hope no one knows.
Put your body on me.
Legality.
Smoke is thickening,
Smells like trouble.
I'm not listening.
Make it double.
YOU ARE READING
Honesty Hour
PoetryI'm a liar. A dirty, dirty, secretive liar. The only honesty about me is shown through my writing. (yes the cover is a selfie I don't know how to do covers I'll change it later)
