i can't describe
the feeling i get when
you talk about other
girls knowing
how my mind works
i've not denied it
i've not confirmed it
but you know
it and i don't know
what you feel yet
you read me like a book
everyday you play me
like a harp
you strum my strings make
me think about you
every second of the day
in the mornings late
nights and early
sunrises all i think
about is you.
YOU ARE READING
sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poetrypoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
