I like to be high
It's calming
It's never anything crazy though
My girl?
Loves it.
She hits the cart until she can't anymore.
We're outside the frat, She's coughing
When she stops, we go back inside.
There's a dude on the stripper pole, he does tricks in his maid outfit
She looks at everything, but I'm looking at her.
I can't look away.
YOU ARE READING
Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy
