years later
and I'm still too
shy to tell
you how I feel
i hide behind
timid smiles and
soft hellos
i'm afraid
if I ask you
"what do you think
of me?"
your reply will be
"i don't. "
YOU ARE READING
easily broken
Poésiea collection of poems (mostly love/heartbreak) and random thoughts if lowercase is used, it is intended.
