Her loose skin is the souvenir Her shining eyes are proof Her wrinkled face is long lasting Her smile in it, her beauty! Her white hair is not her age Her tight grip is proof Her bent body is mere world Her love shows her beauty! Though age old she is Though there’s no teethContinue reading “Her beauty”
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A girl I saw yesterday
In a mourning black dressWith dark eyesShades signifyingHer lost cries A girl I saw yesterdayIs again in front of my eyes Her sharp noseRed carrot lipsShades signifyingHer lost trips A girl I saw yesterdayDraws attractive tricks Though sadHer body shiveredIn blooming weatherHer nails triggered A girl I saw yesterdayIs the one like lizard🐾
I am your mug
Tea you pourI make it my shapeWater you drinkEasy to take I am your mugI am your mate Stirring in meYou fate your coffeeHeavy with creamTasty and sloppy I am your mugI am your trophy Sitting on my floorI wait you forTo take me awayAnd head my loge I am your mugI am your forge
A girl I saw yesterday
In a mourning black dressWith dark eyesShades signifyingHer lost cries A girl I saw yesterdayIs again in front of my eyes Her sharp noseRed carrot lipsShades signifyingHer lost trips A girl I saw yesterdayDraws attractive tricks Though sadHer body shiveredIn blooming weatherHer nails triggered A girl I saw yesterdayIs the one withered
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