Come crawl under these covers,
and let me hear about your day.
Come wrap yourself inside my arms,
until there's no words left to say.
Take each piece of your troubles off,
and set them at the end of the bed.
Just lay with me and stay with me,
and spill the thoughts within your head.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
Thơ caHis 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...
