You are my city.
Your eyes are the gates,
Your soul is my transport
Your veins the roads I travel.
You should never ever be afraid
of my knowing you too well.
Or of my being too close to you.
After all,
Can you ever,
Even after living your whole life in it,
Know a city too well?
YOU ARE READING
I Love You.
عشوائيHey girl, Girl up at 3am crying because you can't breath. I love you. Hey boy, At 6am. Crying because you have to go back to hell. I love you. "They say that writers are born with sadness in their bones;but I think every one is born with misery in t...
