i insisted,
still asked you who was she
i'll go to your house-probably
just to asked for her
you said: you'll probably see her at my room
and added: kidding
again.
YOU ARE READING
hunter ▸ book one
Poesiafrom 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...
