Maybe with dust of commitment
you can get a firm hold on me
and try for a forever with me
but what about the hand, with oil of playfulness, you are offering me;
an empty promise and guarantee of slipping.
-She jutted out as they continued their endless flirting.
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
