Bethany Kelly

Unnamed Hot Girl She is so divine The way she looks tonight Holding her red solo cup She must be at least a D cup   Touchdown Hands clutched Eyes wide open Anxious...

Brad I can’t, like breathe I think he’s looking over here But wasn’t he just making out with Kristi? Whatever.  Her hair is ratchet.                                                                                                             Uggs They envelop my feet...

Slow steps On cold asphalt As harsh reality Sinks in Empty streets Seem to amplify Every whispered Regret As shaking hands Wipe a tear From what once were Rosy cheeks Because while Stale cigarettes Mixed with Snowy air, The hopeful...

The lions see a lion The giraffes see a giraffe The fish envy her swimming The hyenas love her laugh When she flies with the herons They don’t suspect...