What if you're no longer the brightest star in my darkness?
What if you've become a black hole?
Sucking constantly, at everything good in my soul?
Pulling everything in, that's supposed to be mine and only mine?
YOU ARE READING
Paper Planes
PoesíaLetters to him disguised as paper planes. I always think of you. Sincerely, Yours. 《Poems about my first love》
