hes always lurking
at the back of my mind,
and i cant hear myself over
scraped throats
scraped piano keys
scraped hearts
and scraped knees.
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
