Lonely online again,
browsing missed messages and immoral monologues.
I want you to see me,
See past my floral facade of rose tinted filters and indigo frames and think about me in your art. Blow me a kiss in your music videos, just remember to dance like I’m not watching.
Paint me adorn in your gaseous, echoing watercolored waves. Let every shade you’ve got color me your favorite scene,
then hang me in your gallery.
Digital diaries of nonchalant pleas for attention make me look desperate for your affection, but I guess I am, on account of me staring at your pixelated poise and getting hypnotized by your slightest body movement.
Replay, replay, pause, play and swoon.
About the Creator
W. J. Bradford III
my name is William Bradford III
I write poetry and create content surround each subject.
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