Its funny how you're the only one who doesn't know.
Like were playing the world greatest game of telephone and by the time "I love you" got to you it sounded like "you're pretty cool".
This is probably the most horrible secret ever. Not like I killed 5 people and keep their bodies in my basement to play with them like their puppets kinda horrible. More like its just a bad secret because everyone knows.
But you.
Love isn't a language I speak fluently. I stutter on every syllable. My tongue ties with every sentence. My lisp grows stronger with each passing second, but when has that ever stopped me?
A lot of times actually.
But this time I want it to be different. This time feels like it could be different.
There's something about her that I can't stop smiling about.
YOU ARE READING
A Boy And His Box
PoetryHey! This is my first time doing something like this so sorry if I suck. This is going to be a book mostly filled with poems I write. I'm going to do other things with later ,so of you don't like poetry stick around for some adventures. This book is...
