The women with the blue eyes like blue jeans on a warm summer night.
Time ticked away with her in sadness and dark fears. I wished to be a bright light for her.
The women with rounded glasses, rounded hips, and the most wonderful smile. That gorgeous smile holding the lights of those summer night stars. She hid her true self and couldn't see the beauty I saw every time she walked into a room.
To me the women was not a women but a queen who was being taken from her kingdom to a dusty dungeon. Till the day I took my dying breath I would care for the women with eyes like blue jeans on a warm summer night.
YOU ARE READING
poetry she wrote
PuisiI'm emotional and dramatic what a perfect recipe for poetry I suppose. so here I shall right about pain, happiness, and love. I expect no one to pay attention or omage. yet if you do I'll honestly be a little greatful. I won't lie I like to be notic...
