"pronounciating" poems
Your lips are like a invitation to a party I'm not invited to
I could watch for hours
Pronounciating
Watching the way they move
And don't for one second think it's a que that I'm in love with you
It's just I've never found or studied such an enthralling Muse
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC