Waking up next to you sounds like a dream
It sounds so beautiful
But to me
It would be a nightmare
It wouldn't be beautiful
Your words sting and your hands burn
And somehow I'm the only one who sees
So you go after me
YOU ARE READING
Seashells and Rosemary
PoetryThis is a book of random writings. I can't really call it poetry anymore. Not all of these are my own situations, but some are. I write quite a bit about others situations. Thank you for stopping by, hope you atleast stay for some tea.
