oh, we're such fragile, broken things nothing more than porcelain skin and
puppet strings
and i wish i could tell you, my dear. i wish but it doesn't get any better than this.
YOU ARE READING
Saudade
PoetryHIGHEST in poetry #155 (n)- a nostalgic longing to be near again to someone or something that is distant, something that has been loved and then lost. (there was a boy once) ((i knew him)) COPYRIGHT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED AS PART OF THE WATT...