When you hope this play date
Turns into a real date
And you pray that this time
Your fragile heart won't break
You just can't wait
He destroys you with soft words
He's the only one that's worth
All the fight and all the hurt
All the times you wished you were
His first choice
And his last kiss
His one more night like this
And he might realize that it's
Your imperfectness.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
