Why is it that
You don’t care to ask
Whose blood is in
This lukewarm bath?
What have you accomplished
In coming here tonight?
Do you think we feined this intimacy
To cover some sort of fright?
I don’t feel anything
But I guess I would feel
Passion? Or love? Something like
That… if This were Real.
I can put on a face
And sell you my words
And pretend, in my corner,
I’m free as a bird
I can smile and nod
Make my words all hissed
But this little transaction
Isn’t something I’ll miss
You have the worst idea
Of love and romance
Making love shouldn’t be
Some fucking slam dance
You know, of course, it could be
But things would need to be legit
And in our case, you bright young thing,
You know we’re full of shit
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i really liked this poem... i liked stanza 2 & 3 but this one
"I can smile and nod
Make my words all hissed
But this little transaction
Isn’t something I’ll miss"
really stuck to me and now i cant get it out of my head keep up the good writing
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