I was a depressed child.
But you. I don't know where to start.
You put butterflies in my stomach,
And happiness in my heart.
I was a depressed child.
Now I smile when I hear your name.
A blush rises to my cheeks.
There are no more tears in the rain.
*Dedicated to the ones who fixed the heart others broke*
YOU ARE READING
Peoms
PoetryJust a collection of poems as they pop into my head. If you steal these, I will strangle you and watch your face turn purple as you claw at my hands. Don't test me I am a violent child.
