too perfectA Poem by zellashe new it was too perfect his smile on her lips his laugh against her neck his hand around her hips she knew it wouldn't last that long good things never did she hoped she might be wrong this time but faraway he slid she new it was too perfect his cocoa colored curls his kind, reflective eyes his eyes for other girls © 2018 zella |
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Added on October 17, 2018 Last Updated on October 17, 2018 |