Who's she?
He asks, he admires, he yearns.
She's not me,
So stop looking; I panic, wishing I looked like that.
Wings on her eyes, curves on her hips.
She's bright as a flame,
His next big game.
Tears on mine, bleeding lips.
Just a phase, he says.
I'm sorry, he prays.
She's hot but I'll keep you instead,
As though I've won, no more tears to be shed.
What a gift; what an honour,
For you to choose me over some girl.
I'm not bothered.
All that time is wicked, harsh; it was endless.
A whirl of a storm, take her- I'm worthless.
STAI LEGGENDO
Bones
Poesiathis is a poetry anthology of how the deepest emotions are intertwined within our bones. {cover by the amazing @Night-Eye}
