She survived
all those things you said to her that night
in her bed, sheets and underwear
she explores those sensations you wouldn't bear
and when the night comes
she just overthinks, don't remember who you is
what kind of bird you have becomed
what kind of things you do alone
the kind of sights you would've adorn
. written by this French bitch who thinks she's going to be famous overseas
Maya MPMH
it's crazy how I like to lie in my poetry, like btch you aint never been in a relationship !
YOU ARE READING
MY POETIC ASS
PoetryI freaking love poetry and I was thinking about writing my own Here we are today But yall better read it, I might receive a literature award one day
