It's all a dream
His touch
The words
Everything.
Nothing about this moment was real
Yet
I see everything so clear
Painfully present
"I don't love her."
you sayI don't believe you
YOU ARE READING
The Way You Look At Her
PoesíaI see him putting his hands in her pocket I could die
Dreams
It's all a dream
His touch
The words
Everything.
Nothing about this moment was real
Yet
I see everything so clear
Painfully present
"I don't love her."
you sayI don't believe you