The boy with the story
Known by all but unread by everyone
Black eyes met like a first impression to kill
It meant nothing
But it intrigued girls with skirts and circle glasses
Innocence is bliss
And ignorance is uncanny
The girls twirled their hair
And held their breathe
Ignorant to the fact
That she was the only one holding
And innocent compared to those she thought were
Jumbled words and small smirks
Eyes red with tears and loud
They fell
Both too intriguingly separate
And yearning for that to change
The boy with the story had but one thing in common
With the girl holding her breathe
A sense of hopelessness
Being two of one kind
Like two unread books
Waiting to let go and let sunlight hit the pages
YOU ARE READING
Heartbreak Poems
PoetryYeah love sucks but I guess it's good inspiration (I started this book in 2017 so it starts a little rough, but my writing has improved a lot over time and I like seeing the progress so im leaving the earlier work)
