When you came into my life,
I used blade to shape my eyebrows
For the thought of pleasing you
But when you left,
I don't think I use it for the same purpose anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
Blade
When you came into my life,
I used blade to shape my eyebrows
For the thought of pleasing you
But when you left,
I don't think I use it for the same purpose anymore.
