Smirk on point
my body destroyed
as well as my mind
no one can escape his hypnotizing face
Weak to him
made of paper when near him
I lose all need of moving when he looks at me
such a nice face
wish I could see it looking at me
in my bed
But it is already someones
better luck next time when
i'm better looking and more brave
YOU ARE READING
you're not a poet.
Poetryim not a poet. i just watch the world go by every second, minute, hour. like a normal person and feel my heart pumping through my brain
