it's hard.
to speak to someone,
tell them you're hurt.
tell them you confused.
all sorts of things.but when i see you,
i feel like i could blabber on
and you would still listen
with a smile on your face.i want to tell you,
all sorts of things.
how i really like this guy
and how he doesn't lile me.i can't tell you
because you are him
and you'll never be mine
whilst you're hers.
YOU ARE READING
PAINBOW.
Poetry⚊a collection of short stories and poems. STARTED: 04.02.18 #600 IN POETRY (09.02.18)