She was wild,
Not in the way you would dance on men and drink your problems away,
No, she was wild in the way she loved.
Her heart was wild, and apparently you were too.
Everything was wild, on edge, and always entertaining.
But somehow it worked, they worked, and everything was perfectly fine.
YOU ARE READING
Purple poems
Poetry"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
