can you hear the fireworks
I want to ask him so bad
but hes not right here next to me
and i doubt he ever will be.
so all i have are fading sparks
and gunpowder to
light up my
deadbeat heart.
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
