Shapes And Things. Poem by Two Lips
Shapes And Things.
Small uneven circles;
my breasts.
Almond shaped windows;
my eyes.
Smile going at you;
disguise.
Revolving doors to heaven;
my thighs
Higher than God on blunts;
my sighs.
Liars that tell;
my ears.
Fuckers that yell;
my fears.
Rivers that swell;
my tears.
Not enough lessons learned;
my years.
Aglaee: Another fine poem. 2 verse lines which grow and progess as we read. One quip. The 'F' word. Reconsider it. Martin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 1:57:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i agree with martin. wonderfull poem, dont ruin it with foul language.