I can still taste your lip gloss on my tongue.
Is it cherry flavored, or is it just the color exploring my thoughts.
Your hair brushes through my hand.
I feel it curl around my finger and form a tangle at the end.
You know I'm locked with you.
I'm stuck thinking only of you.
I close my eyes and cry because I'm not looking into your eyes.
The teal green irises have struck me down like a shooting star falling to the ground.
Tell me you like me like I like you, just don't lie with your painted lips and glimmering teeth, flashing your black mascarad lashes.
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Love poem to no one in particular. Maybe just myself since my lip gloss is cherry and my hair is curly and also my eyes are green. I just realized I wrote a love poem about myself lmao. Didn't mean to do that. I just thought the words sounded good together and rhymed a bit. At least it's not a poem about heartbreak.
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Life Beneath The Words At Play
ŞiirMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
