Just thinking about you and her
My throat burns, a scalding fire
Rising from my throbbing belly
How I wish it was us alone
And not you and her
YOU ARE READING
The brain is a machine
PoetryThe brain is a machine when fed creativity Let it paint us a picture
Jealousy
Just thinking about you and her
My throat burns, a scalding fire
Rising from my throbbing belly
How I wish it was us alone
And not you and her
