I'm just afraid that
Maybe
You are going to change
Maybe
Your taste is going to differ.
Maybe
You won't like
Shirt girls
Like me.
Maybe
You won't like
Crazy girls
Like me.
Maybe
You won't like
Girls with sharp canines
And curvy figure
Like mine.
Maybe
You won't like hazel eyes
Paired with rosy cheeks
Like mine.
Maybe
You won't like girls with innocent hearts
Yet crazy thoughts
Like me.
Maybe you won't like
Girls who are shy
But dream a lot
Like me.
Maybe
You'll fall out of love
With me.
Maybe
You'll not need me
Anymore
Like you used to.
And maybe
You'll get used to everything
Without me
Unlike me.
-r.f.
YOU ARE READING
Epiphany.
Поэзия"Why turn depression into suicide when you can turn it into something beautiful like poetry?" . -r.f.
