Response

It may be bold
and unwise
of me to write
and improvise
a few rhymes over his,
but I swear I don't want to pick a fight,
just enjoy some bliss
in a gloomy time such as this
since I cannot help but slowly blink
as it gets cold
and I think
that he's gonna save me,
call me baby,
watch me every winter night.
I'll be there for the taking
and I'll believe him
that he will love me
either meek or haughty;
don't cry, my darling,
it's alright.

1° de março de 2020