poetry

Morning After

Promised myself to stick it through

love was dreamt to be with you, but

little did I think of the wrong,

and little did we care. True teens

impulsive; repulsive, we were.

Rabbits and hamsters steer the gears

of our minds; dirt and filth take over.

Desire, be our greatest flaw.

I guess it was fun

but now that it’s done

madly, I’m running

to the pharmacy.

Looking for a cure,

‘fore I go o’er board,

tell me does regret

come with a Plan B?

 

 

 

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