One, two,
Buckle your shoe.
Three, four,
He does not exist anymore.
Five, six,
Nothing you can fix.
Seven, eight,
It's too late.
Nine, ten,
Forget that man.
YOU ARE READING
unrequited love poems
Puisiwhere I pour out my feelings. and maybe ramble sometimes.
Daily routine
One, two,
Buckle your shoe.
Three, four,
He does not exist anymore.
Five, six,
Nothing you can fix.
Seven, eight,
It's too late.
Nine, ten,
Forget that man.
