There will be a boy
And he will make your heart race and you will smile at the sight of his name on your phone
You will think and over analyze every text
And you will be happy
And everything will be okay
And you will smile and laugh
And you will tease him and play with his hair
And that will be that
he will break your heart
YOU ARE READING
Hush
PoetryIt's poetry. The the tears that spill from my mouth it's the gold I bleed and the pain I drink
