"You're not ugly,"
She said, ghosting her hand down
Your twitching back.
"You're not ugly,"
She whispered
And her breath
caressed your cheek.
"You're not ugly,"
Her voice echoed
As you played with fraying strings.
"You're not ugly,"
She purred,
"But that doesn't make you anymore desirable to me."
/Words by: Me
/Art by: Loui Jover
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For The Bones I Call Home
Poetryif you're wondering if i think about you, i do. poetry collection. cover belongs to: Saatchi Online Artist: Charles Wilkin
