No matter how often I dream
No matter how I try to capture your attention
I am left alone
All I have are my desires
My dreams
My wants
And they aren't enough
They'll never be enough.
Give me
You
YOU ARE READING
be my hero
Teen Fictionbecause everyone gets sad sometimes and because i like to think im a poet and sometimes i want to yell but not be heard does that make sense?
