I heard you like girls with long hair. Those girls who own ebony locks.
I heard you like girls with pretty hands.
Those girls whose soft ones fit perfectly with yours
Yet, why are you chasing after me? I do not understand.
My hair is not black or long; instead it is hazel and short. My hands are full of callouses.
My fingertips are stained with blue ink as I tried to write my feelings for you into disappearance.
You should try that too.
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A Collection of My Thoughts || Poems & Prose (Inspired by Lang Leav) #wattys2019
PoetryHighest Rank in Poetry: #18 This is a collection of poems and prose that I wrote. Inspired by Lang Leav's Memories, The Universe of Us and other works of hers. Enjoy :))
