I'll keep you,
To myself.
I want you and no one else.
One plus one equals two.
Don't hide your feelings on a shelf.
I want to have you in all hotels.
When will it finally be.
That you are mine,
And bitter sweet.
Will I ever see,
The sign,
Of steps made by feet.
Love,
Love,
These dirty little things.
The secrets we try to hide
And keep.
We are human beings.
You poke my side.
My thoughts are actually quite steep.
I think,
I think,
About these.
Make me as happy,
As the honey makes the bees.
I don't mean to be sappy.
I'm just at ease.
It a thing.
My hands freeze.
Don't let our love,
Hurt and sting.
I love these simple little dirty things.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
