Her skin smells like cinnamon, her breathe smells like rain, her words spoke with kindness, though not about me,
Wash away all my disdain, her smile is a renewal of a world colored by lack, when she looks in my direction, I feel my soul recieve a smack.
I am not a good person, I feel I deserve nothing but pain, your soul has the aura of a light summer rain.
You make me feel something, I have not felt before, I deeply want you, but not the I want a ****. I want to treat you kindly, never felt this before. I did not think I was capable, my soul being so sore.
I don’t know what to do with this, I know it is unreal, I just am begining to learn how to feel.
Misery's search for joy 