Getting oldA Poem by a_methysteThere is this thought that comes in my head You are beautiful now One day you will get old You will not shine at your reflection at the door of the shop And it makes me want to sleep with boys
There is this thought that comes in my head
You are beautiful now One day you will get old You will not shine at your reflection at the door of the shop And it makes me want to sleep with boys And it makes me want to catch time Because one day I will be old And my red lipstick will not look well on my soft lips. © 2024 a_methysteReviews
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