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Nov 2014
and this is the part
where i realize he's
not even worth my tears
or the scars on my wrist,
his eyes are not worth
my pain, and his
sweet smile isn't worth
my sadness.
                                         *but everytime i look at him,
                                          this feeling appears, where
                                          i can just leave my world for
                                          a second and enter his, where
                                          i feel almost infinite standing
                                          next to him, where all i wanna
                                          do i hold his hand and kiss his
                                                               thin lips.
ugh m.
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   g clair and Harley Hucof
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