I hurried to trail behind you
Your broad shoulders rested beneath that shirt in a fabric of blue
The rush of voices urged me to approach you
But the dark alleyways inside my head seeming to devour me and told me to not to
YOU ARE READING
I Wish I Were Prettier
PoetryIf I were only as pretty as her Maybe you could have chosen me over her Maybe this pain won't linger in me forever I wish I were prettier
