Sunday, June 12, 2016

I like your socks





Come over, sometime,

You won't have to say a word,
I won't talk at all,
we could lie here all night,
and let our skins do the magic.

Trust me. 

I've cracked it.

I have a few books, 
essays and free Wi-Fi,
I keep the temperature reasonably low,
and my bathroom is always dry,
come over, sometime,

I have a few notes that are not for you,
few poems written in pain,
but I'll only show you all the stupid stuff,
and play the irrelevant songs.























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