Playing match maker is fun
But being played into one...
Now that's a scary thought!
That was the way she liked it though,
Collecting stories that could be told.
She was the glue to a relationships flaw,
The universal talk.
Rumor had it,
That she was cupid herself.
An angel of love.
YOU ARE READING
Romance
PoetryPoetic words from a queer girl, too confused with the simple four lettered word Love
