it's 3 am and no matter how tired I get my eyes will not close, they will stay staring at the words "I love you" written by your hands. they will stay staring at the ceiling hoping that you will suddenly come through. and maybe when they finally close, they'll open to you.
2/15/17
YOU ARE READING
FOUND
Poetrythen my troubles went away, and my heartache disappeared covers: @delilahwilde
