You tell me that I can't love you
because your mind is too dark for me to handle
but I've stumbled down dark hallways before,
reaching my arms out around me for anything that I find familiar.
There may be times where I can't see, but I will surely find my way.
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...
