he had a smile that said "don't love me."
and eyes that screamed "please do."
i always loved his eyes.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Poetrywe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
mixed signals.
he had a smile that said "don't love me."
and eyes that screamed "please do."
i always loved his eyes.
