I’ve got some opinions on stuff and whatnot
he molded me like a deranged potter he slapped me down and said "join me in my misery" he slowly shaped me, spinning me round.
By Ash Summer5 years ago in Poets
Her skin is too pale, too pink, They say. Flickered with reds and blues Like a paintbrush was dipped in watercolours And rudely flicked across her face by her creator.
