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May 2016
I only want your body
Your soul is secondary
It wasn't always that way
But love is scary

So text me your address
I'll be there when I can
Just wear that white dress
The color of beaming, pure light

Unlike our attraction
Forged in vanity and some pain
Something's gaining traction
Things will never be the same

I said what I said
And I smiled while I did
This skin you caused to shed
It's my birthday, and I'm a kid

Don't send me plummeting
Like so many before you
Right now the band is trumpeting
Hesitations that were many are now few

Can't help but feel I'm setting myself up
Aligning the bomb with my body
I always said that even if I tried, I couldn't give a ****
But now you've got something on me
John
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John  28/M/New York
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