you say that you love him to pieces
brown hair tangled up in your breath
and god, you might love him to ruins
but darling i'll
love
you
to
death
YOU ARE READING
she looks like poetry but my thoughts are in prose
Poetrylooking at her is like falling in love over and over again. [my poems]
fragmentation
you say that you love him to pieces
brown hair tangled up in your breath
and god, you might love him to ruins
but darling i'll
love
you
to
death
