His hands seemed to fit perfectly
Like his fingers were made to intertwine with mine
His gentle brush was what made me calm
And his mere presence was what all that mattered
But I was wrong
I thought I could not live without him
I was wrong again
Because I certainly can
YOU ARE READING
Life? Life.
PoëzieThis is for the lost times in where I found myself. [COMPLETE ✔️] • highest ranking #2 in Poetry - 01/09/17 for ratings and reviews: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40609222-life-life
