Poetry · Writing

Pretty Girl

Eyes follow

lips chase

entrance making is an art form

love is a chess game.

Pawns litter the dead

knights come up short

princess in the castle

charming the ropes and cutting them lose.

Walk into a Starbucks

vanilla filled intentions

and walking home alone

chased by fear and empty shoes.

Netflix and chill

late nights

a cat and an empty pillow

full of love

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