I wish I saw how she was always here. I wish I wasn't so blind all this time. She never changed. Her insecurities were genuine. I changed. It was me. It was always me.
I wish I saw how she was always here. I wish I wasn't so blind all this time. She never changed. Her insecurities were genuine. I changed. It was me. It was always me.
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...