dear random girl,
you have long red hair, and a pointy nose
wide green eyes, with their dancing ghosts
i can see right through you,
in this small and crowded starbucks
where i see you come almost every day.
with the letters, that you tuck in your broken table in the corner
YOU ARE READING
dear maisie // a new persepctive
Poesiaher world is a mainstream coffee shop and chemicals, but mine is beauty and music. ------ you should probably read my other story "Lost" before this you'll understand this side of the story better okay bye!
