It seems like your eyes,
Could see me from within,
Like an inward vision,
And that drives me insane,
How could you see things,
I've taken so long to hide?
But at night, I still wonder,
How you can't see it through,
My darkest, little secret,
I'm in love with you.
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poesía"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
