June 23, 2016
"Is that your tenth hashbrown?" Katherine asked Frank.
Turning red, he decided not to reply. Katherine smiled. She finds it amusing to know how someone can love something so deeply.
"Is it your favorite?" Frank nodded, unable to reply with his mouth full of dressed potatoes.
She snickered at the thought of him being an awkward loser, but she was silenced by the fact that he was her favorite, among all she have encountered.
YOU ARE READING
Mindless
PoetryIn here lies pieces of Katherine's mind. What it felt like to love someone and what it felt to be left behind. She is a wanderer, one who writes poems about her adventures. This is her most prized possession, the Mindless days of her wandering hear...
