What a broken mess we are.
Taping ourselves back together
after each time we fall apart.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
PoesíaHis 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...
