beauty twirls forever
your pretty self
and obliterating
all sense of doubt
the ritual begins
with pictures
everywhere you go
as a tough daughter
now materializes
in the spacial resplendent
gardens of your body
the words are clay pottery
YOU ARE READING
okay poems.
Poésiefunny story; i write poetry but hate them all. heres the ones i hate the least i tried really bad to make a good cover. i promise
