You smile at the stars like they know all your secrets
(I wish to be part of the sky)
You trace your fingers against the spines of old books
(I long to be your favourite story)
You sing along to the records in your car
(I pray to be your perfect melody)
You cry when nobody can see you
(I beg to hold you like the night)
YOU ARE READING
The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoetryStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
