I am naked with my clothes on
As we bend the norms of togetherness
Sipping the thrill of loneliness
With two beds and overflowing bills
Messed in between laundries
Of December escapisms
we are wrecking creatives
in the stillness of traditions
Screaming in karaoke echoes
I wonder,
Are you asleep my neighbor?
Singing Alicia, Miley, and Kelly
It’s almost past two
Now, it’s not an hour of blues
Our body clocks gone wild
Are we high?
No.
We are such a sight.
This must be the sin of nakedness
No, this is not about ***
We paid the wages of honesty,
leading to an opened door
Of two people in a white room
Exposed internally.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
I am naked with my clothes on
As we bend the norms of togetherness
Sipping the thrill of loneliness
With two beds and overflowing bills
Messed in between laundries
Of December escapisms
we are wrecking creatives
in the stillness of traditions
Screaming in karaoke echoes
I wonder,
Are you asleep my neighbor?
Singing Alicia, Miley, and Kelly
It’s almost past two
Now, it’s not an hour of blues
Our body clocks gone wild
Are we high?
No.
We are such a sight.
This must be the sin of nakedness
No, this is not about ***
We paid the wages of honesty,
leading to an opened door
Of two people in a white room
Exposed internally.
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