THEY SAY YOU ALWAYS WANT WHAT YOU CANT HAVE
AND I'M STARTING TO UNDERSTAND THE TRUTH BEHIND THAT.
CAUSE I'VE BEEN TRYING MY BEST TO PUSH MY FEELINGS ASIDE
BUT THEY SHOW UP AT MY DOORSTEP WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES.
I'M TRYING TO REACH OUT FOR YOU BUT I CANT UNDERSTAND
WHY THERE IS SO MUCH SPACE BETWEEN YOU AND MY HANDS.
I CAN SEE THE SPARKS BUILDING A HOME IN MY HEART
AND THERE ISN'T MUCH ROOM LEFT FOR THIS TO FALL APART.
I'VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING STRONGER THAN MY LONGING FOR YOU
PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, TELL ME YOU FEEL IT TOO.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
PoetryHis eyes are the perfect poem, i'll spend forever trying to write. On an endless search for adjectives, to capture them just right. I could try to write their meaning, but I think you'd fail to understand. 'Cause nothing quite that beautiful could b...
