If you
Told me
You loved me
My heart would stop
before I found the breath to
tell you I loved you back
The amount of times I've wanted
to scream out and tell you how
I felt when we talked,
hung out,
kissed,
when you put your hands on me,
the way you look at me
but I knew it wouldn't make a difference
because Mr. doesn't do relationships, made
a heart like mine, fall for his and as
grateful to him as I am for letting me see
that side, there's so many times I wonder to myself,
what makes me so special?
YOU ARE READING
My Book of Poetry
PoetryHi everyone, I have been inspired by my best friend to share my poetry and so this is what this book is going to be all about. Please note that these poems are all my own, except the ones I give credits to the author, so if anyone would like to shar...
