i don't know half the shit about you,
i truly don't think you know half of anything about me.
but, hey, you're still brightest and most pure light
i've ever seen,
even though you're no saint. (but w h o i s ? )
and hell, you are the most perfect imperfect thing to me.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
