Our eyes are open in a dream
Yours are drinking mine, unseen
My lips are trembling, wordless whispers
Thoughts are ringing, mindless medium
Your words are hands now touching me
So are we star crossed or tempest tossed?
Are we doomed to love and loss?
Do we care
Whether love is fair?
(Well, I don't)
YOU ARE READING
The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl
