i find love in your eyes
only behind a bedroom door
my worth and self was left at the front
along with my clothes draped across your floors
YOU ARE READING
growth : a poetry collection
Poetryi write poetry in my spare time aka whenever i have a thought i can't get out of my head and i guess i'm ready 2 show my thoughts to anyone offering a penny
its only sex,
i find love in your eyes
only behind a bedroom door
my worth and self was left at the front
along with my clothes draped across your floors
