my mother and father
always told me about the
dangers of the streets,
they warned me of the drugs
and told me how addiction
runs rampid through our,
through my blood, but baby,
they never thought to warn me
of the things your lovely brown eyes
could do to my heart
(and I've never been good at listening)
YOU ARE READING
Roses, Cherry Vodka & Her Perfume
PoesíaA collection of (almost) love poetry inspired by my beautiful and exotic princess of a muse. (Please please please read and leave comments, I need some critics because I wanna give this to her as a present)
