Him... where should I start from?
He is moving all around the room
The feathers, jewerly and costumes are impressive
So why does he keep looking at me?
Husky voice, hand holding glass of vine
His warm blue eyes are dragging me down
Toxic scent of his cologne gathers all the women
I'm trying my best not to give in
Standing across the room and slowly killing me
Looking like a prince in a dark shade of green
The perfect figure with the perfect face
Dancing with others to mock and irritate me
It doesn't feel right when he's looking at others
He wants to see me angry and jealous
My heart is skipping like I'm gonna fall
There is no way out, there's no one to call
YOU ARE READING
It's All Poetry 🩷
PoetryA book of poems that I sometimes write when I have inspiration for it. I hope that it's good and that there are not many grammar mistakes, English is not my first language. Enjoy 🩷
