the room is full of smoke
mirroring your lungs
your image of perfection broke
and i see reality
beer cans litter the floor
you're scary when you're mad
i feel what you do in my core
you don't stop
the room is full of smoke
mirroring my mind
how can i go on?
with all of this inside
beer cans litter the floor
and they'll probably stay there
i cant stop it
and you just don't care
YOU ARE READING
skinny dipping
Poetrya collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to aid in finding the answer to the most difficult...
