my heart's been wandering for quite some time
but it seems to stop when i put your hand in mine
when i think of you, i think of vanilla and flowers
but i know you don't think of me at all
when it rains
i think of your eyes
i think of your lips
while i watch the sun rise
i'll still hold your hand
and i'll try not to stare
i promise i have good intentions
but my heart has been stripped bare
tell me about him
and how he's your wildest dream
me and my heart will try our best
not to break at the seams
YOU ARE READING
too late
Thơ cajust a bunch of stuff i write when life's not so great. feel free to comment:)
