I think I've been trying the hardest with you
to figure out the mystery in your eyes
everyone else is an open book
but you are the book that opens a secret passageway.
Maybe I'll never know what's behind those eyes
but I think that bright, lunar smile
sings enough of who you are.
When your hands go behind the wheel
and you drive me home when the sun sleeps,
telling me gold comedy jokes on the monstrous days
staying up during those scary panic attacks,
your crescent-moon like smile
shows the gold in your heart
the benevolence in your soul.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry: My Overthought Thoughts
PoetryMy overthought thoughts of the universe-or stuff I wrote when I got bored. I wrote some of these years ago so some are meh but others are more recent. Would love to hear your thoughts 👍🏼 because I'm not sure where I'm going with this either :) I a...
