the grass was no longer slicing my skin, the harsh wind was no longer hitting my face either.
it was just you and me,
my world.
YOU ARE READING
ashes - taegguk
Poetry"the pills in my hand were tempting, just like the idea of being in your arms again."
sixteen.
the grass was no longer slicing my skin, the harsh wind was no longer hitting my face either.
it was just you and me,
my world.
