- Food: What’s for breakfast? Dinner? Lunch? Or maybe you could write a poem about that time you met a friend at a cafe.
it's not perfect rimes, but I felt like doing it.
We saw that movie
I watched your mouth
You were always moving
With your hands and all
Then the movie was over
And we get up
I tried to get closer
But your heart was shut
While we walked through that store
(it was a book one)
I started feeling kind of sore
'cause you started acting like a mom
You started talking
When we stopped at this coffee
I kinda started crying
I bet you couldn't see
And so long we finished our coffees
We went to your car
I felt like
I was starting a war
A war against God
A war against you
But I wanted you to kiss me
As far as you could
I'm not good with poems
Especially in other language
But I bet if you saw this one
Something in your heart would've changed
So, please, stop talking
All this god bullshit
And take me quickly
Right into your sheets
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