the street lights hit his face,
as i notice him staring at me.
that's when i fell in love.
the way he held me.
the way his lips pressed against mine.
that's how i fell in love.
but i'm nothing to him.
{va-la}
YOU ARE READING
the crying, the wishing, and the hurt.
Poetrypoems about me feeling shitty and empty inside. enjoy.
FOUR
the street lights hit his face,
as i notice him staring at me.
that's when i fell in love.
the way he held me.
the way his lips pressed against mine.
that's how i fell in love.
but i'm nothing to him.
{va-la}