In a room full of people would you still look at me like we're the only two people in the universe?
Standing face to face, wearing our hearts on our sleeves, would you tell me you love me?
Would I be able to say it back without stuttering over my words like always?
Would I even want to say it back, knowing full well that it'll only end with two broken hearts and a bottle of tears?
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a Dreamer
PoetryThey say you're a dreamer Cause your eyes are sewn shut And you've got your head in the clouds They say you're like sleeping beauty Never gonna wake up until your knight comes to kiss you But it's been ages and still no sign of that white horse and...
