Collection of poems - " 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 ".

𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ?

You told me you liked my neck

So now when I brush my teeth

I turn my head to try to look at it

I wonder if you were honest

'Cause all I see are bones and peel

Which seem unarranged and misplaced

And you are the subject of all my request

But when I kissed your skin

I only saw you starring at the ceiling