You look good in red
A dress from your shoulder to your knee
Those lips, cherry red
Say baby, are you tired?
Take your heels off
I'll carry you home
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poésie[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
Prom
You look good in red
A dress from your shoulder to your knee
Those lips, cherry red
Say baby, are you tired?
Take your heels off
I'll carry you home
