We ended like a book.
I opened you...and read you, I loved you.
But by the time, I finished to be part in reading your story.
I knew, I couldn't read you for the first time again.
I wish i could read you for the first time again, but i know how it will end, don't I?
-Floatyyx
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and small stories
PoetryPoetry. Poems about life, love, happiness, sadness, everything. Short stories. A little view into my life? into what WE know?
