Beautiful.
You called me that as if it was my name.
How dare you, a person that should have exited my life a long time ago call me a name so soothing.
That if anyone else said it, it no longer held meaning.
YOU ARE READING
Written in the Paper
ŞiirA series of feelings and unspoken thoughts. All poems/paragraphs written by me, myself, and I. A chaos of feelings I can only express through words. Enjoy. #438 In Poetry [8/20/16] #260 In Poetry [8/22/16] #102 In Poetry [9/0...
