Because I'm a work in progress
There's no room to process
The excess of emotions I feel all the time
Running my mind
You hide behind the curtain
And I am certain the you are puppeteer pulling at my heart strings
A school girl crush never hurts this much
Is it possible that this is Love
My green eyes
Are so tired of following you with mine
The time spent pushing you away was meant to help
But it didn't, I still love you the same
But maybe he makes you happy
YOU ARE READING
A look into my universe (a collection of poems/ essays I wrote) 💫
PoetryTitle pretty much explains it,, - - This book probably won't ever be finished,, - - - I am no poet I just write what comes to mind,, - - - - I hope you enjoy this OVER EXAGGERATED version of my life, through my eyes!!
