You're too busy jumping off of cliffs
to save him from drowning,
that you fail to realize that he is
holding on to your wrist as he
goes under.
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...
