the secret inside left wide open for you to see
system survives a hypnotic effect
of heavy sensuality
emboldened I forge ahead to you
the voice of reason escapes in moans
no other world exists
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
