His 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 be written by my hand.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
PoesiaHis 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...
