If eyes are the windows of the soul, and i looked into a mirror, would i see you looking out propped aginst the sil waiting for me to come home.
If silence had sound would the world know my love for you, even though i never had the nerve to tell you.
If i said i think about you all the time but mostly on rainy days,would you think that sad, or realize the combination of you and rain make me happy.
If you read these words and felt the same would i ever need to write again?
meeee