Would ya be offended if I compared ya to a summer’s day? (Oh screw it, I’ll do it anyway!)
U r nice and temperature
Like a hurricane destroying flowers in May
Summer vacation is much too shortature
The sun burns my flesh and shines
But tans yours so angrily
Eventually…
I play the piano
She smokes a cigarette
The room fills with a smoky haze
Just like her eye shadow
I kiss her ruby red lips
She kisses me back
She tastes like an ashtray
I hate it
Part of my parody poem series. It’s literally all my bad poetry…
I thought I loved her
Her soft skin
Her beautiful eyes
Her gorgeous hair
But it turns out
I only loved
the
idea
of
her