My heart aches for your simplicity.
Your kiss on my cheek.
Absent.
It's only been a week.
Is this what it's like
to be dependable?
Depending on your
words and lips.
love is a nuisance.
Love is a new stance.
Love is your black pants.
They are old and worn out.
They fit your legs like a glove.
The garbage can
will never see our love.
The garbage can
is recreation.
Your filthy mouth,
the night we almost
had a three sum
with the black boy
down the street.
I am so glad,
it was only us between
your sheets.
you are a book,
even I would like to read.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
My heart aches for your simplicity.
Your kiss on my cheek.
Absent.
It's only been a week.
Is this what it's like
to be dependable?
Depending on your
words and lips.
love is a nuisance.
Love is a new stance.
Love is your black pants.
They are old and worn out.
They fit your legs like a glove.
The garbage can
will never see our love.
The garbage can
is recreation.
Your filthy mouth,
the night we almost
had a three sum
with the black boy
down the street.
I am so glad,
it was only us between
your sheets.
you are a book,
even I would like to read.
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