He said, “I want you.”
I then asked him, “Why?”
“You’re carefree about everything,
“And you always make me smile.”
I frowned at his answer
Not even knowing how
He had found it so quickly
Without figuring me out
I then knew that was the only side
He saw and would like to see
And I don’t want to pretend for someone
Who wouldn’t want the rest of me
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
Your name in my dreams
Repeating itself over
And over again
Your initials etched
Permanently in my mind
P.S, thick in bold
And nobody here
Will ever figure it out
P.S, that’s your name
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC