Find a way,
Come today,
You see? The clerk says it's free to stay,
You can even hear the band from our bed,
Listen to the hard music and we can play,
They think the room's messed up now,
Just wait 'til we have our way,
Help me throw this room around a little today,
Who cares what they say?
It'll happen eventually anyway,
Is it the atmosphere?
Okay, then we'll find a bed of hay,
A little too impersonal?
Then I'll take you home,
Just make sure to turn off your phone,
No interruptions,
Just you and I,
Bodies free to roam,
Each the others' to own,
Come home,
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Author:
Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2017 13:32
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Comments1
Ras, this is such a nice way to say: 'I want to love you today!'
Thoroughly enjoyed your poem. Kudos!
Thank you!
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