without you.
i cried writing my frustrations out
but then, you look down at me and my papers
and said, “write our story...”
and now, look where i am?
writing without my first inspiration
i lost you...
YOU ARE READING
beau
Poesía| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
without you
without you.
i cried writing my frustrations out
but then, you look down at me and my papers
and said, “write our story...”
and now, look where i am?
writing without my first inspiration
i lost you...
