to go through.
you were just that one big rock in the middle of the road that i have to go through in a very bumpy ride.
YOU ARE READING
beau
Poetry| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
to go through
to go through.
you were just that one big rock in the middle of the road that i have to go through in a very bumpy ride.
