The lines curve and swerve in every direction.
The gravity pulls me in all directions.
My mouth speaks the words of brilliant scientists.
My feet guide me through the dark passage of life.
The hands of men help repair me into a queen.
The colors twirl in every direction.
Can I do the forbidden job of loving you?
Will you pay me with your love?
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Samy's Poetry
PoetryA little bit of poetry from this crazy mind of mine. Hope it helps you feel something. Maybe even think something. <3
