a bad boy with
a thing for strays.
is that what he sees me as?
a stray?
the mangy, old thing
wriggles on her lap
and she pushes the
thoughts away, smiling.
"where were we?"
"well,
i was just
about to ask
you about yourself
when jinx interuppted."
YOU ARE READING
bits&pieces
Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
