To the boy who thinks he loves me,
you have never been more wrong.
I won't be the one you're looking for,
I'm not the girl from your favorite song.
At night, you'll pull me closer,
but by morning, it'll all become clear.
The girl you hoped I'd somehow be,
well, she has never lived here.
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...
