"brideless" poems
The idiot couldn’t believe his phone, that his heart’s text were all gone,
His hearty smile was now a frown, cold and lost like a noseless clown,
So he begged the rain and he begged the sun, Her heart’s of gold and skin so brown,
Even told the sun that her *** was grown, Sun did smile and the rain poured down
so it’s in his tears, he’d almost drown, for his heartfelt empty like a brideless gown.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 3:49 AM UTC