There are thoughts, I will never be able to speak
Emotions I will never be able to word
There are things, I'll never be able to say
There are... Things.
Things I can't forget, things I can't remember
There are things that will never change
And ones that changed hundreds of times already
There are... Things
Pretty things, memorable things
There are things I can voice all too well
Things I am not afraid of and things that scare me terribly
Things that put me at ease, things that made me fall in love with this world
And then, you ask... Then...
Then, there is you
Such a beautiful creature, beautiful human
So... You.
You, and no one else.
YOU ARE READING
Scintilla, just a tiny spark
Short StoryRandom short stories and, maybe, poetry about a varying number of different topics. I'm a hardcore sap, so enjoy my sappy verses. It's my first time publishing something of mine outside instagram, so please be gentle with me.
