Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2016
His name was P.R
Perfect as can be
He's never an outcast
No, not to me

His eyes were hidden
Cast away for a rainy day
But he was still perfect
In every single way

His name was P.R
Gorgeous as the setting sun
Anytime he looked at me
I would turn and run

-J.P
Jennifer Preciado
Written by
Jennifer Preciado  New York
(New York)   
313
   Jim Musics and Jurtin Albine
Please log in to view and add comments on poems