And I know you'd
never let me.
But I'd light myself
on fire if it
meant keeping
you warm.
(d.c.l)
YOU ARE READING
The Process
Poésiethese are the words that pulsed through your lips the very first time they kissed you
Committed
And I know you'd
never let me.
But I'd light myself
on fire if it
meant keeping
you warm.
(d.c.l)
