In the early hours of the night,
A dance goes on, and to our sight,
She enters, fedora and all-
Looking like a mafia boss.
Her makeup was perfect, the dress was pure black,
She really looked like a don, I'll give her that.
She dances, and celebrates, and socializes-
Looking like a mafia boss.
On the outside, at least.
If only looks were as they seem...
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Scrambled Poetry- a collage of poems
PoesíaThis is a short collection of poems, all written by me. Some are fun, some are meant for someone, some are just bitter- I love all of them though, and hope you do, too! (P.S. it's only considered mature because I do use foul language a lot, i tend t...
