Honestly, I don't know what to write if it isn't about him.
That specific topic has been turned over and over again in my mind,
and for some reason,
I find a new reason to adore him every time.
When I drive past his house that's down the street from mine,
I can't help but wonder if he even thinks about me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
