Hope is Better than Sex
Here he is
And there she sits
Just like they often do
Soaking up love sweet rays
Sponges in a moonlit pool
Comfort, love, better days
Scared from the world we run
Fire and ice burn coldly here
I shiver deep inside
My love burns hot
My blood runs cold
And brimming with desire
Short crest waves crashed on shore
Breathing faster and yet faster
Gasping and now choking
Talking of eloping
FUCK!
This poem is about:
Me
My family