sex could be magical
or it could be temporary bliss
maybe it's both
when it comes to you
no matter who i'm thinking about
my thoughts always drift to you
it's a poison
i started these to express my feelings for you
and i want nothing to do with you anymore
you're just my plug
you supply me with temporary bliss
so with this last note
i leave you to rest
because now i know myself
know my worth and i'm not letting
you take it away
even if you don't know it
so rest easy and rest well
your magical one is around the corner
and i learned its not me
go have sweet dreams because
i'm making chamomile tea.
YOU ARE READING
sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poetrypoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
