Her cheeks were candy pink
Blushing, happy, cold
Her lips were cherry lollipops
Bitten in fear of growing old
Her eyes were chocolate
Warm and sparkling
Her hair was caramel
Drifting, glistening
She was a sweetheart
Mouthwatering and full of charm
I was a sour tart
I let her come to harm
Now that once beautiful
Girl I knew and loved
Is sweet and sour
I've devoured
Everything left of her love
YOU ARE READING
Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
