Love
Intangle in her bubble my heart thriving for another kiss.
Biten the colors seemed to began to be.
Because she bit my shirt saying stop am not that type of girl.
My mind stopping then paving what she sayed me leaving bye bitch.
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.