They'll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
Jeans are my only disguise
They check your wrists,
But not your stomach,
I don't swim,
Now you know why
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of my mind
PoezjaThis is all my poetry that I am writing. It's almost all love and depression for now. It's all free-write poetry, not following any guidelines. I'm only thirteen so it's probably not very good but I wanted to share it with you.
