chasing pavements, ᴀᴅᴇʟᴇ, 00.46
are you online? i type.
i hesitate to hit send.
yes, he replies. why?
nothing, i write, smiling.
i love you. do you love me, too?
in his silence i found my answer.
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[14] - monday's child.
Poetry𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. original poetry i wrote at fourteen.
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chasing pavements, ᴀᴅᴇʟᴇ, 00.46
are you online? i type.
i hesitate to hit send.
yes, he replies. why?
nothing, i write, smiling.
i love you. do you love me, too?
in his silence i found my answer.
[ sent. active three minutes ago. ]