"Tell me a secret"
"What kind of secret"
"Any kind"
(There is light in your eyes and dark in your soul, and I wouldn't change a thing about you for all the treasures in the universe. Your very existence is a paradox, a contradiction I could spend centuries studying without a thought of understanding)
YOU ARE READING
Pretty Things, like the Moon and You (a stream of thought by a girl in love)
PoetryThis 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...
