you vent to me and yell about her
stubborn ways and how you wish
that she would realize that you
are right in front of her and that
you love her, but you are a
paradox.
how can you not realize that you are speaking the words that my heart has been screaming about you.
YOU ARE READING
Motel
Поэзияwhat is a book other than a motel where I check my thoughts in and you check them out? a collection of poems I wrote but never published.
