So I have free reign?
free reign?
yes.
I let the word doll fall from my lips
just like the thousand times it has before
doll, doll, doll
the word is curt but sweet on my tongue.
I'd say it a thousand times more,
even before it circled your ears once.
But now it doesn't fall from my mouth,
but I know you can see it.
The stern white text across your new screen.
"goodnight doll"
I pray you'll let me say it a thousand times more.
It's a curt word,
it could never cover everything tell you everything I want to say
but still,
I hope it brings you some comfort from time to time.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
