Content when next to you.
Laying in complete silence.
But I still feel happy.
All I need is myself next to you.
Sitting.
Laying.
Talking.
Even silence.
Flaws and imperfections.
They don't matter to me.
Beauty isn't perfection.
Beauty in the eyes of the beholder.
YOU ARE READING
Poems via the depressed girl
PuisiPoems that really hit my soul. Some are depressing and horrifying and are full of terrible things that I and many others can relate to. Otherwise some are joyful and fun. These poems will be like stepping inside my head,and seeing what really goes o...
