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A poem

By Conor MatthewsPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Photo by DIEGO SANCHEZ on Unsplash

Travel for a bed,

Leaving deceit in their head,

A regret before your dead,

But who cares; you got fed.

Love what you hate,

Stay up late,

To see a lad as a mate,

Midnight snacks on a plate.

Sigh a whistle slow,

As girls put on a show,

They have secrets only you know,

You reap what you sow.

Someone new every night,

Cheap, eager, and tight,

Sends the senses in flight,

This is a losing fight.

Keep it hush,

No need to rush,

So close; just a push,

Mute the video; shush!

Never tell a single soul,

Even as it takes a toll,

Give in while you’re a roll,

Go on; plunge down that hole.

love poems

About the Creator

Conor Matthews

Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews

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