he does not think of you,
like what it'd be like to hold your hand or touch your skin or taste your lips
he does not dream of being yours
-kenzie
YOU ARE READING
numb.
Poetrythese are the words inside my head that i sometimes just need to get out. and hopefully you enjoy reading them
16:17
he does not think of you,
like what it'd be like to hold your hand or touch your skin or taste your lips
he does not dream of being yours
-kenzie
