Baby.
Your eyes may be brown,
Your teeth may be a little crooked,
And Your hair may be a little insane,
But after all we have been through, so i could call you mine.
You are beautiful to my every soul.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
