who stays in my thoughts
until 5 in the morning and tells me
i glint even i don't see anything ahead of me. i like to
embrace her from behind
when she least expects it.
at night i told her i like her, she warned me that
she's a coffee without milk or sugar,
she's an acquired taste.
i frowned on and said,i'll drink till the last drop anyway.
YOU ARE READING
romantic homicide
Poetryshe could rip my heart and hang it on her wall if it meant art for her..
