you like me
i like you
i wish it was simple
like 2 + 2
clock keeps ticking
counts wasted nights
why we are so late
why dont we have time
its life
no happy endings
we had no chance
to live out the story
all we've got now
what if and what ifs
as we walk side by side
titled as friends
YOU ARE READING
gunfire ;; poetry
Poesíai'm a shot gun i spit fire let's make a run from this desire nari © 2016 #93 in Poetry 2016/6/30
