when you're at work,
the usual spark
behind your eyes is gone.
it's that damn boss.
he's always making glances
at you. those glances
belong to me.
i want to be
the only one
looking at you.
YOU ARE READING
vultures
Poetry*lowercase intentional* this is a love story. well i love her. so does the other girl. i'm the only one who should be loving her. and she loves me. this is an abstract story. it is one told in bits and pieces. i'll probably add an explanation at the...
