Iam like a open book.
No your definitely not.
Iam. Looking into my eyes is like
looking into my past:
Hurt, love, scars, tears, passion, patience, dreams, adventures, fears, joy... Decisions.
My eyes betray me even if I don't want you to see.
Through them you can look into my very soul.
Or may you can't because you don't want.
But I want to... I want to know.
They are like open books just in a different language you only start to understand.
Never underestimate what is written in them.
I can't hide it and I won't.
My story...
YOU ARE READING
100 days a thought...
PoetryLiterally me just thinking every day... In every chapter their will be one thought... Maybe some sentences or maybe just a word. It will be happy but also sad. Good and Bad times. Be my guest. Wanting: Sometimes sentences describing self-harm or bad...
