Dear Old Bitch,
I'll never miss you.
Not the way you sway your dresses,
Not the way you blink so slow.
I'll never miss you.
Not the way you draw and take notes,
Not the way you peppered me with kisses.
I'll never miss you.
Not the way you walked so dainty,
Not the way you painted slowly.
I'll never miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
PoesíaThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
