I'm running out of time to tell you that,
Somehow,
Someway,
I'm in love with every part of you, drastically quick, even the pieces I haven't seen yet.
I am yours and you are nowhere near mine.
YOU ARE READING
Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
