I gag down acid at the thought
Of your face next to his,
Spit fire at the photo of you two smiling,
Grit my teeth at your clasped hands,
Your long, lacy white dress,
His slick black suit,
Those blush-colored roses,
But most of all,
The way he looks at you.
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poems for u
Poetrya few poems, completely unrelated for your entertainment and mine
You and I
I gag down acid at the thought
Of your face next to his,
Spit fire at the photo of you two smiling,
Grit my teeth at your clasped hands,
Your long, lacy white dress,
His slick black suit,
Those blush-colored roses,
But most of all,
The way he looks at you.