Your making me feel some sort
Some sort of way
I was cold as ice
I was hollow inside
But your making me feel so warm and nice
Your changing me for the better
You feel like sun rays hitting my skin
On a summers day
YOU ARE READING
Everything I left unsaid | Poetry |
PoesíaIn life, I am someone who afraid of talking to people right then and there. They scare me because I don't know how they will react with what I will say. Yet writing them down on a computer is easier because i don't have to look at their reaction to...
