In a world full of pictures
I was a poem
Written by a beautiful lady
In her late thirties
Drunk on wine
Heart heavy with lies
So everything she wrote about me
Was tired
But pretty
Because she wrote me in a warm shade of red
Glittery ink
Under the stars light
Everything so dreamy and sparkly
With a Chase Atlantic song
Playing in the background
Now I'm her favorite character
And she loves me so much
That she's torturing herself
By hurting me
I hope that my death is as iconic
As my life writing scene
YOU ARE READING
lost between the lips of emotions✨
PoetryI'm bad with beginnings , introductions and endings I'm everything stuck in the middle I'm the part where people cry the most in the movies I'm a twenty years old crisis I'm the middle of a mess with words stuck in her throat tryinna free them in h...
