written by: Mickey Mason
Gentle pretty lady with the ocean moon eyes.
Your fingers are feathers.
Your kisses, butterflies.
Your lovers are hundreds.
Your words, slick as lies.
Gentle pretty lady, how many hearts have you cried?
How many oceans have you made from the boys that you’ve liked.
I write a blog and dabble in poetry but mainly working on fantasy novel.
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