It's been a while
sense there's been an
us.
But baby,
If you'd just ask,
I'd come back so easily.
And what you don't understand
is that the lyrics to all those songs you told me about
don't cause nostalgia...
But instead,
cause my mind to drown
in thousands of
"I miss you"'s in hopes that one day
you'll be able to read
my mind
through my pain filled eyes,
and just ask me to come back.
Because baby,
I'll come running.
YOU ARE READING
you killed my flower
Poetryi hate the way your eyes can manipulate me. poems about his eyes and other things.