Somehow I know
That there's a reason you're here
Because I've fucked up
I've fucked up so many times
And you keep coming back
And these second chances
Second and third and fourth
I must be getting them for a reason
You're here for a reason
YOU ARE READING
Pretty Things, like the Moon and You (a stream of thought by a girl in love)
PoesiaThis was supposed to be a poem But I can't write one, because there are no assortments of these 26 letters that showcase how I feel You are poetry in and of yourself And I swear I can feel words and metaphors Etched into every part of my skin you ha...
