She was the kind of girl
Who liked her shirts to
Match her toe polish and
Her finger polish to match
Her pants,
But her nails were always black,
And her outfits matched her mood.
YOU ARE READING
Milligrams and Micronothings
PoetryBecause in the end, all those milligrams and micrometers are nothings, right? and in the end, i am just a girl, and in the end, you are just a reader, a reason, and eyes. A collection of random sometimes dark (mostly) and weird type poems. if you re...
