Babe sketch my heart with that felty crayon
Draw my heart with soft, gentle touches
Draw my heart how you want it, and I'll follow
Grab that sketch book, and draw my heart inside that little girls chest
Sketch my heart, draw my heart, color my heart
Is it as curvy as you say I am?
Is my drawn heart black, red, or pink?
Maybe even green?
Draw my heart like you care
And if you break it, sketch it
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
