Am I deliciously complicated?
Like a sunsets colours
Or a quiet love affair.
Or
Am I muted softness?
Like a daisy in a vase
Or a small candles light.
Perhaps I am too much
For one woman's body,
And that is why I read.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
Am I deliciously complicated?
Like a sunsets colours
Or a quiet love affair.
Or
Am I muted softness?
Like a daisy in a vase
Or a small candles light.
Perhaps I am too much
For one woman's body,
And that is why I read.
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