you made me love loving,
you made me hate you,
he made me love loving,
and he made me love myself too.
YOU ARE READING
letters i couldn't send
Poésiea series of letters, written to my beloved, written to those who wronged me, during the twilight, or when the day is clear and warm, a series of letters, written with my heart on my sleeve, written to them, but written for you to read.
twenty seven
you made me love loving,
you made me hate you,
he made me love loving,
and he made me love myself too.