This kindness I can't keep up with
As I feel a rush of blood through my chest
When you tell me the things I can never see about myself
I see someone so pure
White and precious like snow
I so desperately hope to never tarnish
You shine so bright like a sun to me
With kindness that never seems to end
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Vent
PoetryMe venting like some kind of hipster in a poetry fashion. Enjoy. Or don't.