We said goodnight
and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning
you were completely gone;
Nothing in my bed,
room, or house
could have proven otherwise.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅?
ПоэзияYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
