Brainwashed Poem by Vishal Sharma

Brainwashed



Stay a little longer, pour a little more.
Take off your dress baby, just leave it
on the floor.
My promises are nothing.
Unfaithful I may be
but thats ok because tonight that's not
the mask you'll see.
So wrap your arms around me.
What do you want to hear?
I'm a man of many talents
but these talents you can't see.

Monday, May 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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