my skinny love,
we're soft and slow
fragile
and lost
but we're lost together.
we've grown from separate gardens
different soil.
you soak in sunshine
i drown in rain.
the distance between us
my walls
your fear
i can see it,
but i can do nothing about it.
my skinny love,
will we last the years?
YOU ARE READING
2021 Writing
Ficción GeneralI've challenged myself to try and write (not every single day because I have miserably failed T_T) consistently in 2021. Hope to cultivate my craft as a writer! c :
