Thinking
I'm scared.
By what people think
By what my parents think
What he thinks.
Am I the only one that wishes they had the best?
And gets second insted?
How can I move on
He's always right there
Makes me laugh
Makes me cry
I can't help thinking of him
and his brown eyes
His smile haunts me
His laugh is ringing in my ears
I grow tired
This isn't healthy
I try and forget
But he'll always be there
With his laugh
his smile
His brown eyes
and his own thoughts.
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