can't still wreck the walls.
i wasted a hundred of
words in my letter
to send it to you.
you just replied,
'i don't know what to say, god bless'
that's so you and
that made me taste bitter.
i laughed because
of that, i obviously
can't wreck the walls.
YOU ARE READING
beau
Poetry| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
