sitting there, pretty in a noose made of pearls
choking on the perfume, she's not like the other girls
dress constricting, thoughts conflicting; tall, impractical shoes
make-up conceals what she feels inside, but he's tired of hiding the clues
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
