Sophia Petrillo

Flowing Prose for Sophia

Fluffy head.

Yellow phone.

Call me up

When you alone.

So full of 'tude.
A Girl of Gold.
A cardigan.
You might get cold.

Bless your soul,
Granny Smith.
I want to know
who you hang with.

I can not lie
and I'm not playing.
I know you're gone,
but I'm just saying.