fill the spaces of my soul,
hold me tight by the chin,
tell me how i lack control,
on how i wish i was thin,
tell me how i can never be,
all the things i wish i was,
tell me that this isn't the worst i'll see,
and that you're the boss,
but what you don't know,
is that i know me,
and i wont stand in the snow,
and i won't let you see,
the grip you've always had,
or the way you make me feel,
and the way that i'm so sad,
and the way i've already sealed the deal.
YOU ARE READING
Kalopsia.
PoetryKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
