Illiterate
lay you on a bed of roses
and show you all i knowses
sure you top it like a bow
but quiet for my broses
leave me coming back for more
watch as my door closes
waiting for you by the shore
poetry composes
Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2013
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