I'm not charlie, amy, or janet.
I'm the roman goddess of love and beauty.
I'm November's very own, making me a Scorpio, the sign of intensity, jealousy, and mystery.
I suggest not to try and open me up, for my scorpion tail might sting you, & my piercing eyes might poison you.
I might make you fall in lust for me, but will only lead you to heartbreak.
I'm not charlie, amy, or janet.

YOU ARE READING
unwritten thoughts
Poesiathe first time I'm ever posting poems straight from my heart. enjoy.