To most, existence is a hollow word,
There's no word to express how much I disagree
Because THEIR existence
That means the world to me
I know that I'm incomplete
And I know that I'm not perfect
But they make me happy
Make me feel strong and that I'm worth it
If I was on my death bed
They're the first thing I'd want
A group of beautiful girls
The girls I'd display and flaunt
They deserve every bit of love they get
And they're the definition of angelic
YOU ARE READING
Poetry <3
PoetryPoetic and gay shit written by me :) Including: Metaphors Poems Gayness
