| April 22, 2016 | 11:11 pм |
And ι ĸnow, ι ĸnow ιтѕ noт meant тo вe.
ι'м тнe мoon, lιgнтιng тнe darĸneѕѕ oғ nιgнт.
вυт yoυ're тнe ѕυn, yoυ вrιng тнe lιgнт ιnтo мy lιғe.
вυт we're not тogeтнer.
YOU ARE READING
↠leттerѕ ι never ѕenт↞
Poetry| ѕтarтed: aprιl 1, 2016 | Book One | Nate, Nothing can really compare to those days we shared. The way your eyes met mine and the way I fell. Slow yet quickly. It was slow as I hadn't noticed I was falling for awhile... But when I did notice everyt...
