I love you
I'll show those 3 words whose boss of the nucleus
I show you the tender spots of my heart
pounding in unison
we might as well be twins
we're a couple of crazy kids
at our age that's saying too much
our love is making me dance the fluster
our making love is it's own monster
passionately and with abandon
I love you in my chest cavity
I keep you safe
I said I love
you shown me that it's alright
too love myself just enough to love you right.
I just thank for accepting
the privilege is is always mine
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
