Sometimes we would stir briskly beside the busy highways
We'd stare at the blazing sunset with harsh streaks of purple, red, and orange during end of weekdays
Your left hand crawling up to my waist
Our noses and other details highlighted with the sun's rays
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
