I never thought that love
Was this complicated
But in the beginning,
We are the only ones
That make things difficult.
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Yellow
PoésieI'm not so sure How are you able to see Through those thick-rimmed Glasses of yours To think that someone like Is pretty enough To be yours. What have I done For the Great King to Give me the most precious Reward I could ever acquire. ...
C o m p l i c a t e d
I never thought that love
Was this complicated
But in the beginning,
We are the only ones
That make things difficult.
