The words won't come out,
But I feel 'em in my throat...
It's burning hard and rough...
And I think that's fine.
~
I wanna tell you all my insecurities...
Although you hate me, I love you,
Hun and I want you to know, and to be mine.
Even if it's impossible,
Tell me now.
YOU ARE READING
Write here.Write now.
PoetryPoeme scrise de mine in momente aleatorii. Copertă realizată de: @sleepinthemagicgardn
