Poems from LuckyGleiwitz129
This ain't black and white.
This ain't right
This ain't right
They shout confused,
confined behind the lines.
What's it gonna be, press?...
Eloquent prose is a filter of mine,
Making me look like the sun always shines
Behind me, slightly to the right,
with my hair always...
I don't wear make-up.
Yes, I'm a girl.
But I don't wear make-up.
It's not that absurd.
The powder is itchy.
Mascara's a pain.
Eyeliner...