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Sexual Poetry back seat poem by Matthew J. Beard
This is Sexual Poetry but hey, not really though...
Back Seat
Sexual Poetry
The title gives one the impression of what a young guy like me would be doing in a the back seat of a car with a girl, right? I wish that were the case of course, but this is about the internal struggle we have within ourselves regarding our past, at least that's what it means to me.
by Matthew J. Beard
Your contribution took a back seat to mine Inactive grieving went rolling downhill Miscommunication and busted breakdown Why not just stop, look towards the future? Escape, mistaking me Mad at your world because your dad yelled at you Escape complaint because you're boring me Or am I boring you? What should we do now?
Copyright 2010 Matthew J. Beard, All Rights Reserved
