I'm emotional and she's just pretty
I write poems but she does she write you
I'd take care of you but she doesn't want your heart
I would dedicate my art to you but she also does but with her thighs, Is hers art for you? Have you painted her thighs red?
Does she caress your cheeks like I do in my daydreams?
Oh, Maybe It's because of her art.
YOU ARE READING
douleur
Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
