You were a book I would love to read
Your eyes showed oceans that were filled with hatred
I was too innocent to understand what it all meant
Your friends made fun of me
You went along laughing loudly
I was too obsessed to let you go
Too weak to leave you be
Seems that my heart was never connected to you
It was just being played pretty nicely
When i asked anything, I still remember your death glares
Seemed to be a part of my fantasy
You still make me flutter inside
But i guess it's just my mind playing with me again
YOU ARE READING
What We used to be.
PoetryIn the morning his face became the sun, at night his eyes became the moon. I felt like i was dancing in those blazing eyes, but the moon is never alone stars take you away with them and leave you broken up.
