I'm an insecure teenager and thinking that all eyes are on me. I'm busy staring at my feet, in my head there's a war of words so sorry if I don't have a confidence to talk to you everytime you tried to talk to me.
YOU ARE READING
I'll whisper these on your dream, tonight.
Poetryproses and poems about someone that I felt home for months...but now I'm homeless. ps. I'm still learning, if you notice some grammatically incorrect you're free to correct me in a nice way, I'm willing to learn. :) status: completed
