Albeit of trying to be gentle and loving and kind
I know I'm not enough just because of having the body of someone destined to be a man
I am not in a way of living,
the way I glance at you and the way of grace and beauty
They've spoken alot of things about love— like it will come dressed with perfection and it will surely does, yet the question is—
Am I enough to give you the things you need?
A love like tinted rainbows and those of fantasies?
Am I?
-I am not
YOU ARE READING
Hidden ink of Heart
PoetryLet me allure the ghost of the past, Clothed with dire love and profanity- Seduce me or not I'll suffice my pleasure through poetry.
