Tired eyes,
From loving you.
Cheeks not shiny,
From your gentle touch.
Hair not flat,
From your entwining fingers.
But you still think
That I'm Beautiful.
Like it?
Like it? Leave me a snap. You know...like snapping instead of clapping in a coffee house.
Also could be interpreted like, "Oh, snap!" if you don't like it.
Also could be interpreted like, "Oh, snap!" if you don't like it.
Readers
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Don't you Dare
All poems (and artwork) are property of Chelsi A. Johnston and are copy write protected. Please don't plagiarize...it's mean.
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