I like to write you poems every night
Without ever really knowing if you will one day see them
I just pray with open eyes
That you might possibly catch a few
Of my words
Painted faintly behind
The lids of your closed eyes
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoesíaA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
