Poetry slam

♥Real like the freckles on your skin, the curl in your hair, and the pimple on your right cheek, my heart is like a warm pool of sticky sinking sand, once your in it you feel the warm embrace and then when you realize you cant get out your suddenly gasping for air, my body like a petite coke bottle, do with me what you will, my mind is gasping for air that is you, and when you left i stop thinking...& started doing, my ♥ is still yours!