I want to write you something beautiful.
But the mood I'm in refuses to be peaceful.
I wish I could write of love,
Write of what your smile does,
But all the happy-clappy left.
When I entered this mess,
And now I can't seem to write us a fairytale ending,
All I can think of is gory beheadings.
So I think I'll wait to write you a love song
YOU ARE READING
The Only Exception...
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. They are about love. They are about life. They are passion, Motivation. They are words for the soul.
