I live in
freedom that caged me up.I live in
thorn that is soft.I live in
dry that freezes me.I live in
sweetness that taste like americano.I live in
smiles with full of worry.I live in
a place where lies are important.I live in
love that you regret.
YOU ARE READING
dear dawn, [1]✔
Poetry© milkteakuy // 2016 // dear series. COMPLETED. [English] Just some poem(s) What happen when a sensitive person make poems? • don't do plagiarize • WARNING : Grammatical error is possible •give credits if use [2016/12/18] #954 in Poetry 》270216; - s...