It's not her
It's me
From her eyes, I flee
The feeling of distance
Brings me closer to you
The humble vibrations you bring
Jitters in my body
Cause me to sing
The closer we become
The more I feel we were Meant to be
My feelings are confusing,
but yours are also mutual
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Young
PoetrySmell the rose. Place it in arms, Hold it close to your heart, and never forget me. WHEN WE WERE YOUNG.. A Bunch of Old Poems By: "Untitled"
