Her drinks evolve to stutter How my mind shutters at a thought of emptiness Half undressed with chipped black nails remarkably tough yet incredibly frail She can stand that kind that twists your head so afraid to look but a knee can be so irresistable I think the sky melted in her eyes her cries can be like rainfall How desolate a cloud can be That lonely cataract in her iris She'll sexually infect the shameful and mentally infect the imagination of the discreet Optimism the glass is half full Pesimistic half empty Her glass was always upside down.
Reason for writing:
My friend Evan wrote this for me last night, and I wanted to post it.
Birth sign: Libra
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