Maybe it was your brown eyes. Maybe it was your scent, maybe it was your hands, they were so common, but so original. You were my happy place, you were my safe haven, you were my home. But I guess, we move homes sometimes because of leaks and cracks, and it wasn't the home that was damaged, it was my heart, it was my feelings for you, it was everything.
- Excerpt from a book I will never write #683 // h.w
YOU ARE READING
for him. ✔
RandomFor all the boys I've been called 'Him.' These are poems and quotes from my fave writer to represent my feelings. For you.
