You lying to me is just like
Taking my glasses off:
I may see it blurry,
But I still see it
I still feel it
And my eyes get tired faster
Than if you would have just
Told me the truth
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...
l i e s
You lying to me is just like
Taking my glasses off:
I may see it blurry,
But I still see it
I still feel it
And my eyes get tired faster
Than if you would have just
Told me the truth
