Life · Love · Poetry



Would I want to know your name or remember your face
Is our relationship long term or imaginary
Will it be as I dreamed
Will I trust you
I’m caught up in the hype
I’ve lost my senses
Will it be right
Regret will break me
I will hate myself
Will it be with you
left cold
Or warm and safe in your arms
The bed belonging to you
Will I be ready
First are not my specialty

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