All these days
The sky was dark
Your eyes were blue
My nights were sad
Until your thoughts come through
Your voice in my head
Was nothing new
On my blank pages
Your picture was the only thing
That my hands drew
Honey, you were a bolt from the blue
My fantasy story
That was actually becoming true
It was you!
Yes you!
To whom I always wanted to say
"I love you"
YOU ARE READING
Patched hearts
PoesiaI don't know how to write a catchy/fancy book description. but i would say that this book consists of poetry writings that is solely written by me and my feelings. It's my first time letting my poetry out for someone to read. So I have no idea how y...
