Coy Koi
You're not as predictable as you might think
Remember when we danced in the pouring rain?
Remember when you played with my hair like it was some black fire
you wanted to put out (or pull out) ?
Remember those tales you must have made up?
Think about it.
Look in the mirror.
I'm not you.
poem by Eon Ezkiel
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
See quotes about dance, quotes about rain, quotes about black, quotes about fire, or quotes about peace
No comments until now.