your eyes were made of gold.
they had the deepest pits.
i wanted to get lost in the endless spiral of wonder.
until i did.
-they didn't teach me how to fall out of love.
YOU ARE READING
a racing mind
Poetrya collection of poetry, dedicated to the aching hearts who need help finding the words to describe their sorrow, but also words to help you see the best in things. - all poetry written by me unless stated otherwise -
