This is kind of confession. What I can't say, I write.
I gaze up to the beads of nights hoping to get a glimpse of you but.......
The last time we had sex, I came, to my senses. This thing that we have, you called it "friends with benefits", but really we're not friends, and the benefits are... debatable.
Change begins here with you
With everything that you do
Search and you will find
I hear that said all the time
Tonight I sleep empty, for sheβs embraced in the arms of another.
For the button poetry competition, but also my third entry on Commaful. I hope you all enjoy. Thanks.
A submission for the button-poetry contest. if you enjoyed it, consider leaving a comment.
Thank you for reading!
I can see your face in the clouds
You only come when thunder sounds
I gaze up to the beads of nights hoping to get a glimpse of you but.......
The last time we had sex, I came, to my senses. This thing that we have, you called it "friends with benefits", but really we're not friends, and the benefits are... debatable.
Change begins here with you
With everything that you do
Search and you will find
I hear that said all the time
Tonight I sleep empty, for sheβs embraced in the arms of another.
For the button poetry competition, but also my third entry on Commaful. I hope you all enjoy. Thanks.
A submission for the button-poetry contest. if you enjoyed it, consider leaving a comment.
Thank you for reading!
I can see your face in the clouds
You only come when thunder sounds