...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.
