I look at her,
Then back to me,
Sinking thinking,
you preferred her,
Stop just stop,
Don't talk to me,
Stop just stop,
Don't pity love me
Stop you stop,
Just stop right there,
Painted walls, arted sheets,
Color's red, but me blue blue,
Stare, her hair, i guess it's cute,
Her skin seems soft,
Do I look rough?
Cover me, hide in the back,
Find me under the insecure sheet,
Peep at her,is she smiling?
She held the crowd with teeth a glitter,
I guess she's perfect,
She makes you smile.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
