i told you to stop it
that honey thingy,
you asked: why?
i said: i thought you're getting tired?
instead of of receiving an answer
you bid your farewell
and said: no, i need to go
don't miss me too much,okay? [kisses]
[hunter is typing.....]
i logged off.
i'm not rude, am i?
YOU ARE READING
hunter ▸ book one
Poésiefrom 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...
