People like me
there are people like me,
then there's a love, if you're pretty
you find it(You love along these lines
such in ways are you allured
pretty pretty girls,
girls with skin and bones)What about that girl on the peaks?
hiding underneath the earthian sheets─
all wounded by the winter snow
oh! you love pretty!
girls with nude skin and bones(Perhaps the stars, Canopus and Vega someday will love that girl away
with a love far diverse than yours)
YOU ARE READING
𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 // 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
Poetry𝖠 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒. -𝖭𝗈𝗈𝗋𝖺