sábado, 4 de junho de 2016

Poema 07

If only you'd lay in my bed
Carefully so I wouldn't wake up
I'd make you midnight snacks
After a long hard fuck
Affection is not a game
I'm so needy I feel empty
Is not a puzzle or even a exchange
Is realizing that you're next to me
Missing your touch and our naps
I think about us and waste nights
Is it worth or is it a trap?
Need at least control my mind

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