i remember the way
his name escaped my lips
like a secret
i was dying to
spill.
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
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i remember the way
his name escaped my lips
like a secret
i was dying to
spill.