“She’ll never know”
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read
"She got a skin like a desert sand, Eyes that are like freshly brewed coffee in the morning, Marron brown hair that shines underneath the sun and a smile like blooming tulips in amsterdam."
But she doesn't know it...
She doesn’t know that it is how the way I described her.
And she will never know, cause I never told her so.
I spent most of my free time writing poetries that she’ll never read, and songs that I composed that she’ll never hear, cause I never sing it to her.
My love for her is beyond words, beyond measure and beyond skyline, but she will never know all of it.
Because I never showed.
