I don't like him. In the romantic sense.
I like him. In the friendship sense.
It's rare because we barely talk, but when we do it's as clear as day we care about one another.
YOU ARE READING
Written in the Paper
PoetryA 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...
