i long to catch a glimpse of you
in every places where
i could possibly do,
and it aches every time i don't
YOU ARE READING
A.A.M.
PoetryTo the one whom my heart had chosen to stick with for the last eighteen months.
what aches
i long to catch a glimpse of you
in every places where
i could possibly do,
and it aches every time i don't