Perhaps the Last Love Poem I'Ll Ever Write
I’m nothing to you,
A friend, a bag of skin
And flesh and pleasure,
Some flippant breath of
Fireworks for a few hours,
Quick **** and go home,
I’m nothing to you,
But I’ll be waiting
Till you find someone
That you love
And leave me,
Because I love you
Too much to run.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2012
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