We were practicing for a performance, when he started playing the song that has been stuck on repeat in my playlist.
I smiled, as he looked at me.
He plucked the strings in a way that it reminded me of how the lyrics spoke to me.
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...
