and in august I told the stars about you, like I could read any constellation they would've answered.
because I could've; you had taught me every language except your own.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Thoughts
Poetrycollection of late night poetry and thoughts ~ madness, heartbreak, love and isolation. a mess of my mind depicted in a book. (lowercase intended)
constellations
and in august I told the stars about you, like I could read any constellation they would've answered.
because I could've; you had taught me every language except your own.
