i wasted too many
dandelion seeds
stray eyelashes
eleven-elevens
four leaf clovers
and shooting stars
on a boy who could
never
be mine.
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
