I believe what I see—
I thought it was me.
The way you made me feel,
I thought that was real.
Those lovely words that I heard—
The promises that uttered.
It makes me so blind...
Believing you're one of a kind.
YOU ARE READING
Through My Window
PoetryThis book is full of thoughts that comes... In the middle of the night when I'm glad to be awake while others are not. In silence when my thoughts in my head are louder In busy streets when I find silence in me and through my window where I can see...
Fool
I believe what I see—
I thought it was me.
The way you made me feel,
I thought that was real.
Those lovely words that I heard—
The promises that uttered.
It makes me so blind...
Believing you're one of a kind.