A month ago I wouldn't have imagined I was going to be holding someone's hand.
A month ago I wouldn't have imagined to be kissing someone's lips.
A month ago I wouldn't have imagined to be driving shotgun with someone to adore.
A month ago I wouldn't have imagined to have a beautiful garden at my feet.
YOU ARE READING
Feelings that I hide.
PoetryThese are the feelings you'll never know about, because you are gone.
