Dear Neighbor,
Stranger:
All is Red Velvet
and
Cotton Candy
Until I scream
And you scream
And we're no longer
Prom Queen and King
YOU ARE READING
Neighbor
PoetryAnd you'll never feel The touch of primrose, or the breathing of trees By your back. You'll never feel; For you never knew To try, Dear Neighbor.
Misplaced Pleads.
Dear Neighbor,
Stranger:
All is Red Velvet
and
Cotton Candy
Until I scream
And you scream
And we're no longer
Prom Queen and King
