I confess i'm a mess
my closet. my bedroom. my life
is all a whirlwind of clutter
i've got nothing in this world. i own little. i amount to some
yet you're in my life
you want to be with me
and i find the destruction is all but, in my head,
compared to true reality beside me
Because you're able to see the truth
of a person beyond a face
a smile masking fear and insecurity
dark brown eyes holding back the tears of an aching heart pitted inside
of my hurting soul where you find happiness and beauty
you notice what i thought nobody did
and you continue to inspire me.
-messy
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
You
Ποίηση"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
