she was always so gentle,
it wasn't funny
but I almost laughed
when she asked if the hicky on her neck was to visible,
she swept her curly hair to the side
and it was hard to imagine
the soft,
sweet girl
kissing as if a must,
skin on her neck,
her lips and lust
i felt oddly shattered
as if all had changed
but in reality
everything was still the same.
YOU ARE READING
the lowest heights
PoetryI thought to write this book as a little more abstract and informal because I needed something that's just a small escape from everyday life because, as all of you probably know, life is hard. I hope you enjoy these small poems and little rants. Tha...
