it's when I close my eyes
and see your face when
I want to cry
your innocence etched
onto my eyelids
your blue eyes smile back at
mine
and the blonde hair
down in Mexico
in whispered waves of
ocean breeze
my heart smiles knowing
you're having more fun
than me
YOU ARE READING
What He Doesn't Know
PoetryWhat he doesn't know will hurt me, not him. A collection of love letters written in the form of poetry.
