Poems from LileyLilu

It's Called Love
The same brain, body and gender.   Having a light make-up,   We go out.   Wearing pink dresses and high-heels.   As usual...   Being smart...
Dead
A blowing wind, Not at all. No color. Your lips, Cold. Mine, Hugs yours. Under a wet blanket, Lies the sleeping ground...
In my Breast
It's hard. Not the pain But The blow crossing its pad. Smells like death. While returning. Jumping two ups and downs. Pufffff. Runs out. ...