It's so ironic, how I look at you, hoping for you to look back at me, but when our eyes meet, I look away, for fear of you seeing how much I really need you.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts after midnight
Poetrythese are just some poems. some I wrote, some I didn't. I usually write when I'm upset, so most of them will be deep and somewhat disturbing. if I know who wrote it, I'll leave credit with initials. if I don't, I'll leave it as "-unknown". if it's m...
irony
It's so ironic, how I look at you, hoping for you to look back at me, but when our eyes meet, I look away, for fear of you seeing how much I really need you.
