i fall in love
and you fall asleep
maybe loving you
is just a dream
my day starts
when yours ends
even the earth
says we can't
be together again
they said distance
makes the heart
grow fonder and
silence gives you
something to
look forward to
i say all this
distance
all this silence
makes me wonder:
were your hands
always so calloused?
did you always
purse your lips
when you found
something funny?
did you really
love me?
YOU ARE READING
Wasuremono
CasualeWASUREMONO 忘れ物 (n) Japanese >> forgotten or lost things; an item left behind on a train or forgotten at home << ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ One-shots, bonus chapters, poems? and hopefully where my writing improves lmao.
