Let me be your muse.
Write another narrative;
fiction– staring me.
Makeshift in your seat,
the nerves shake the ground for us.
Maybe it’s just cold.
Hesitation threats
burnt sienna to love me;
I draw your arrow…
Know I am a tease.
You make it so easy for me.
Please please me, yes please.
Red lips, just let go.
Wear red lips– wanting to fall.
Save red lips tonight.
San Francisco died
withstanding your devotion.
Dare to jump again?


About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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