After the classes you would invite me for a meetup
I would abruptly jolt off to apply an adequate lip tint and blush I consider as makeup
And we'd go to abandoned building as we hurry up
I felt yourself hand tightly clasped to mine on the gloomy staircase until we reached the rooftop
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