a lot of what i write about is sad and depressing,
i can't help it though that's just how my mind works.
though whenever you come around it's as if the sun has broken through the clouds and i can finally breathe.
with one blink of those lovely eyes that seem to see right into my soul,
i feel freer than i have in my entire life.
we have so many wonderful memories together,
driving to who knows where in my car that rainy afternoon when we left during the intermission of our school's latest play.
playing games in target almost every day after school.
spending hours upon hours driving around to find a new place to explore.
all these memories have one thing in common.
they all have you.
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...
