I don't think-
Anyone-
Knows all of me.
Every side.
Every fear.
Every hope.
Every pain.
But that's okay.
Because some people..
Certain people-
Come pretty damn close.
And that-
Is good enough..
For me.
YOU ARE READING
The Words of a Person
ŞiirMy words. Typed. As if- They could ever be called- Neat. *WARNING* Life is fucked up- So I guess I am too.