You know how we think
But you don't know how we love
YOU ARE READING
On The Sidewalk Bleeding
PoetryAnd there I lie On cold cement Pressing my slick fingers to my side Darkness doesn't tinge the edges It flashes and dances in spots In and out of vision I will die here In a puddle And all I can think about is How I didn't tell you 'I love you' My...
The 5th Wave
You know how we think
But you don't know how we love
