i remember
the first time i heard him speak
when a stranger's voice told me
i looked depressed.
"depressed,"
he echoed.
as if it meant
anything
to him.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
blinded
Poesíashe was blinded by his perfection. he was too blind to realise. ☁ [copyright simile-, two thousand and fourteen] #140 in Poetry | #904 in Romance
