2 B Loved Hate Myself In the Morning Doing the Walk of Shame
2 Be,
Is not be loved
In state of bare undressed
Neither is a cuddle
Nor soiled underwear opon bedroom flooring
After sexual contact after the fact
If all that's left is circumspect
Just luke warm hot release subsidies ever so quickly
Needed to be mopped up
Following by the walk of shame
Then what's the point
Of going through all that will
In the end
Will only make 1 hate oneself
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2020
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