My head is resting on my hands
And I'm curled up
Peeling back the label from my candle
My eyes are watering from the smoke
And I haven't thought about anything but you
For so many hours now
Sometimes I feel the voice whisper
Telling me something isn't right
I don't let it ruin my night
I'm afraid to tell you I love you
Even though I have the rest of my life
YOU ARE READING
my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PuisiThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
