i still do not know the poem i've been trying to write and maybe that's because i haven't been writing one at all or maybe it's because the poem i've been trying to write is not ready for paper and maybe i'm the paper that's not ready for it
I remember you all too well. Your beautiful, dark eyes that captured me inside. Your touch against mine that sent a chill down my spine. Your words that caught me off guard. I fell for you; you tricked my heart.