Feb 2016
You were never to blame
For it was I who wrapped
myself around your finger
The warmth there pleased me
It was I who chose to eat
Off the palm of your hand
Everything tasted better there
For it was I who wrapped
myself around your finger
The warmth there pleased me
It was I who chose to eat
Off the palm of your hand
Everything tasted better there
Shared on Hello Poetry on February 2, 2016
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Copywrite under Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved
Blah blah blah
Enjoy!
(27/F/Los Angeles, CA)
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