...I am the boy who wants to love
your misshapen words,
your broken hearted pieces,
and
your ink split fingers.I am the boy who wants to kiss
those scar tattooed arms,
that tear stained face
and
mend what has been broken.I am the boy who can
and will
make your heart
sing poetry again.// Side note
I met a girl time ago and from that day on she grew on me. She's the definition of perfection and sweetness. Talking to her is something I look forward to, and that hasn't changed because she brings a smile on my face.
She's so beautiful and I don't even think she sees it.
I want to find out who she is behind that smile of hers. I want to push away her hand that's covering her face, and hold it tight.
Tulip, you know, it's you. Don't leave. Stay.
I missed you.
Dylan.