i mocked you and said: no, i don't know.
you asked back: you don't?
i respond: i do, you're French and at the USA right now.
but you bid your farewell and said: gotta go, two girls in a row.
you looked happy and i guess,
as a friend,
i should support you to your not-so-good deed.
YOU ARE READING
hunter ▸ book one
Poetryfrom like to love to hate then start at the beginning again, it was like a cycle, a cycle that i wanted to end yet i can't because i love the every edge of his imperfections, and his perfect flaws [ © 2014 greyfilmplaying ] poetry #48 | short story...
