Brown hair and pink cheeks
your green glasses I worship
and those braids I wish I could touch
Your dark eyes without them I couldn't see
But I've seen my destiny, my end, my present and my next life when I looked at them
White dress and a Converse
Couldn't kill me more than this
French accent and red lips
Ruining my veins every time you speak
Aline, I hall you and your big feet
Aline, I hall you
And if the world will choose Venus to worship
I'd take the wrong way
And worship you
for Aline.
YOU ARE READING
This Is For You
PoetryEvery part of this, is about someone/something that went through my life, and changed/affected me, even a little bit -and some fucked up thoughts- Every part has a diffrent story Date of starting: August 4th, 2020 Date of finishing: Nov 21th, 2020
