i wish i had red hair so a beautifully broken boy
would sweep me off my feet
and save me.
i'm no ginny though,
but my breath smells like gin and i guess
thats a start
?
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Poetry"modern poems" honest thoughts put into poems no filters, only love, hate, death, and insanity. there is a certain rhythm these words must be read to. just emphasize and you'll find it. trigger warning: lots of profanity, lots of feelings. lots...
gin(ny)
i wish i had red hair so a beautifully broken boy
would sweep me off my feet
and save me.
i'm no ginny though,
but my breath smells like gin and i guess
thats a start
?
