If not me, someone will; it's life.

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my inability to hide what I am feeling,
And how people can read my face with ease.

In this little mess, where my mind always stays;
There are no voids for dreams, hopes or desires
just hope that I'll allow myself to make enough mistakes.

the girl who cries over rom-coms
and smiles through life,

I hope she knows dreams aren't clothes,
it wouldn't always be easy to get her size.

she talks about fashion a lot,
like her inner child gets hurt when someone talks about fashion school,

how she is suddenly so curious and creativity is running through her veins

like that's only thing that ever gave her validation and made her something better than pain.

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