My thoughts are a jumbled mess when I think of you.
I remember all the words you said ,
but know that they didn't mean a thing.
I think of the way you touched me softly,
And I know it was all a game.
I see the stars inside your eyes,
But you're just a black hole.
YOU ARE READING
Untitled Poetry
PoetryNothing but a bit of random poetry in the form of jumbled thoughts.
