Our eye contact last too long to be what we are right now.
How lost do I get in your eyes? Plenty.
Our eye contact makes me have hope.
How I wish, I knew what you were thinking when you stare at me.
YOU ARE READING
Written in the Paper
PuisiA series of feelings and unspoken thoughts. All poems/paragraphs written by me, myself, and I. A chaos of feelings I can only express through words. Enjoy. #438 In Poetry [8/20/16] #260 In Poetry [8/22/16] #102 In Poetry [9/0...
