Francesca Hatfield

Chemistry

15 May, 03:53

My poem:

Love oh love

How I grew to sprout like thigh flower

Broken pieces picked up and made as one

You restored thee and me see thigh

to thee no like or bia

to thee no doubt of fool but heart of love

I so scared to thigh love and love anyways

I want to kiss thee and feel thee

I want thee to the fullest

I promise to not be mean to thigh or hide

I promise to be the best thee I can be for thigh

To thigh love

My love:

Take no hide or cry

I want thee

Thee doesnt know though how hard or how scared

Thee wants you more than thigh can explain or touch

Thee wants to die in thighs arms and mouth of love

To thee I say love you and truly sorry to thigh