No wonder I couldn't stop talking to you.
Your lips seemed to form words I never heard of but they were beautiful and gave me wings.
YOU ARE READING
seasons
Short StoryWe met in spring and kissed in summer In autumn we danced and in winter, in winter we died
5th of May
No wonder I couldn't stop talking to you.
Your lips seemed to form words I never heard of but they were beautiful and gave me wings.
