figuring out how to escape unscathed,
nope, impossible
- a life well-lived :)
YOU ARE READING
Chained
PoetryI asked you if you love me. You widened the space between your thumb and your index finger, saying, "this much" And then I asked you if you love her. Your silence made me realize that both hands weren't long enough Completed.
u n s c a t h e d
figuring out how to escape unscathed,
nope, impossible
- a life well-lived :)
