Words I'd use can't do any justice
To your beauty nor to the way
I feel about you.
Because I'm a walking poet
And you're my greatest muse.
YOU ARE READING
Breathing in, breathing out
PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
