Walk in darkness just to see you
Sit down, unlace my dress
Do you mind, to help me to?
We go outside for another dose
The one who lit my joint
Used to call me his rose
Doing all the wrong things right
I was sure
We had lost our insight
As long as you were there
I had no fear, there was nothing else that I care
Oh the consequences, I had to bear
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
