The only time I have dreams
About what life could be
What it should be
Is when the only other thing in the room
Are my own thoughts
That random Sharpie heart you
Doodled on my arm
And the tears on my face when
I saw you look at her
The same way I wish you'd look at me
YOU ARE READING
Flying Away || Poetry
PoetryPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
