Where's Mia?
She was here a few months ago,
She comes and goes,
Playing these disappearing acts,
When she's around she does her job,
But,
She doesn't like to stick with me like Ana does,
Ana sticks with me like glue,
But I feel like Mia will give me the results I desire,
I need you Mia,
I'll hope and I'll pray that you find me once again,
But this time you stick to me.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Poetry
PoetryWhen I was feeling addicted and like I had no way out. Here's to addiction *just fucking kidding*