Look over here,
Do you see me?
Can you hear me?
I want to say it,
but I'm afraid...
You're the one I want.
Your judgment is clouded,
unable to love,
but that's not true.
Come closer,
even now,
Look into my eyes,
without a doubt.
This love is real,
it's made of steel.
YOU ARE READING
Lullabies in the Dark
PoetryJust a lot of my poems from some of my early-late teen years and maybe a couple will be added from the present.
