I was selfish;
I'm sorry that I don't know
How to deal with broken people
No.
I'm sorry that I don't know
How to deal with myself
Bre ak i n g
Talking to you I knew you were going to be okay
But I'm hurt now and I didn't know how
To calm your heart down
For someone who is taking care of it
I should have read the manual of its nature
But since I'm a tempest
I forgot to take care of such soft flowers
So I want to apologize
From the bottom of my own heart
For being a hurricane
In constant rain
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Poesía"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
