I sit beside you
As you run your fingers through my hair
I slowly bite my lip
And tilt my head back
Closing my eyes
Smile on my face
You must be my Heaven
Or my personal Hell
Only one way to tell
Usually someone gets murdered at some point of my poems so this one was a little out of the blue for me. But that’s what my brain came up with today. It’s all the Lana Del Rey I’ve been listening to. I promise never to write anything this cheesy again. Enjoy, I guess?
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