I lay wake thinking of the days because I wished you'd never leave
u made me feel wanted and special I felt happy and like I had nothing to worry about
when u squeezed my bum I felt warm and even with butterflies it was like a drug always wanted more
YOU ARE READING
Broken glass and bones
PoetryThis is a book of poems and will have every shorta pome from sad happy hurt brake abuse so (TW)⚠️
