he would serade her with his guitar
as they stargazed on the roof
and had a picnic.
he would, if she didn't stand
and turned away.
the backside beauty has learned that no matter how slow you walk away,
no one will come chasing after you.
YOU ARE READING
devoid of color // slow updates
Poetry❂book one of the "colorful injections" series. book two: bring color to my skies a jumble of words that coexist into ink that bleeds through the pages and hallucinated lines into messily painted poetry. //cover by @ImmortalImpulse
