All I do,
Is think about you,
The feelings that cannot be said,
The thoughts that are kept,
I love your hair,
Your cheeks,
Your toes,
And everything between,
I love your voice,
The raspy tone,
And the words it carried,
That was never about me.
YOU ARE READING
untitled.
PoetryA collection of thoughts and feelings that were never said or expressed. A deep sigh that was never died.
