She was Love...!!!

She was summer when it rained

I was winter when it hurt…

She was bitter sweet cocaine,

I was all, all was my hope…

 

She was “linger” to her own,

The cotton melts her hair….

A princess to her throne,

She was lone despair…

 

She was humor to a jester,

I was the riddle that she wrote…

She was a written letter,

And I was the author’s note…

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Interesting write.. I like it.. x She was summer when it rained...I really like that thought...x