You won't find my face on a magazine,
my smile won't light up the room.
I don't always know the right thing to say,
but please,
fall in love with me anyway.
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...
