people keep on saying
true love comes
only once in a life time;
but, darling, when you
pass by my sight
i know they're all
feeding me nothing but lies.
YOU ARE READING
lovesick
Poetrylove transforms princes to poets. the thoughts he writes down; the papers he slips inside the glass jar. (a/n. prepare for a shitload of cheesiness) cover art by © saegome
