I always believed you were possessive
And than I became very obsessive
You're wish was my command
And you're hunger was a demand
The love bites claimed me yours
We tried the beds but always ended
On the floors
The nights are our awakenings
And the mornings are our breaks
Whoever you are my love is a take
For the boy who was my best
Mistake
-a.j.c
YOU ARE READING
The Bullshit Journal ~ by a.j.c
PoésieJust another idiotic poem book That will never be anything more And you probably won't read any of this. But if you do. You must have felt pain like this to understand any of it. If not, and you still understand. You're just lying to yourself.
