sweet, brown uggs,
lipgloss stains the boy's lips,
but it couldn't have been the
innocent little girls !?,
but,
footprints of uggs on the snow- by the boys,
give your kids attention,
or dont,
they'll figure out other ways to get it.
corsets wrapped around their trapped lungs,
on a weak ribcage,
cupid, how could you be so cruel?,
he cut all of my split ends,
thigh garters scratch at me, do you want a piece of my strawberry shortcake?,
sat on the edge of the bed,
tears prickling your eyes,
lost little girls without their fathers.
YOU ARE READING
nymphs
Poetry'u told me as u cried- fairytales are just a lie' :: where i share my poems ! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
