it's easy to make me smile,
but it doesn't mean a thing.
it's easy to make me laugh,
but i never know why i make the sound.
your voice rings in my ears like wind chimes in the soft summer breeze, my escape.
yet all i can think of is sleepless nights alone wishing for your arms around my waist and our tangled legs.
your sincerity is depleting every second and i can feel you slipping through my fingers again.
but you can still me me smile,
you can still make me laugh..
like none other.
YOU ARE READING
you killed my flower
Thơ cai hate the way your eyes can manipulate me. poems about his eyes and other things.
