The colors on my skin change every time I hear your name.
Each time from a different voice, a different face.
YOU ARE READING
Come In For A Bite
PoésieMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
157
The colors on my skin change every time I hear your name.
Each time from a different voice, a different face.
