his voice takes me down
a one-way road.
you'd think he'd notice by now,
but his mind is on another girl
who doesn't have trouble
falling asleep at
night.
YOU ARE READING
blinded
Poetryshe was blinded by his perfection. he was too blind to realise. ☁ [copyright simile-, two thousand and fourteen] #140 in Poetry | #904 in Romance
