Love: Industrial and Cold


I would like to be told
When the book’s closed
In a whisper to unfold
Real naked and bold
Sinister, Unopposed
Industrial and cold
Tin capped and rolled
She steps appalled
To call me off and I
Am floored and sigh
You my lady are
A car! Oh yes a car!
But you ain’t getting far
Without me, cause I…
Well it’s a dark night
and I… am a headlight.



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  1. I love the simplicity of this poem! Straight foreword but effective šŸ˜€šŸ‘

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