the alluring presence of
a man so captivating causes
red roses to go yellow rich trees to
sulk in the shadows green
grass to go bronze
my mind from put together to
shambles.
but his kiss turns my
body into a temple his
only wish for i make him
a slave to my love make him
hurt but is it pain if
you enjoy it?
YOU ARE READING
sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poetrypoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
