You let me where your hoodie today. I don't think I've ever been happier. You let me keep it for 4 days.
I can't stop smiling. It's huge on me, the sleeves cover my hands completely. Did you know that would happen?
You said I looked cute. This is how I die.
YOU ARE READING
Written in Pretty Letters
Poesia"Fly," you say as you clip my wings and chain my feet. Even as your high expectations try to chain me to the ground, I find a way. Fly, you said, but I chose to soar.
