Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
sending a message to her is like poking a snail only after waiting in hours it finally comes out of her shell saying hi to dry a bit of her pores then goes back to her sleeping spell and here i am still on shore staring at probably an empty shell
0
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
My lover is a snail
sending a message to her is like poking a snail only after waiting in hours it finally comes out of her shell saying hi to dry a bit of her pores then goes back to her sleeping spell and here i am still on shore staring at probably an empty shell
ArthurDKid
Written by
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem