our skin is dry
and our eyes are wet
but we seize the day
and learn to forget
we must abide by men
and keep our stomach tight
we must be gentle and soft
and available for you at night
our looks must be pretty
for your gleaming eyes
and we must learn
to accept your goodbyes
our skirts too short
and our hair too long
the sound of your voice
is our favorite song
YOU ARE READING
feelin blue for u
Poetryim jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have ever been.
