Beetle
you let me in between your thighs
but you always shut me out of your mind
you like to talk about pleasure
and you run away at any sign of bad weather
in between your moans and sighs
i found myself entangled in your problems and your lies
maybe we won’t talk again tonight
we sure as hell will never get a chance to fight
because you will never open up
you will just toughen up
a hard exterior hides a beautiful heart
too bad i’m not the one to tear your exterior apart
© 2014 Vic Romero