Some men who write poetry seem a bit infantile
To me
but not you
You are really wild
Bony cruel mad sick
That's what I like in it
You bad boy fascinated in those things
Normal people scare to think
Yes I like men like you
Who do it so gently
This charming diving in to the madness we can be in
Ignoring rules borders purity
Yet still shy
With relation between
You and me
It's somehow sweet
1 comment:
Nice. I wish this were written about me.
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