oikawa stared out of the window. the sky was blue and white fluffy clouds were dancing in it.
flipping his notebook open to a random page, he began to compose a short poem. part of it was because he was bored, and the other part was because he was sitting in literature class.
a poem by oikawa tooru
roses are red,
the sky is blue,
i wonder if iwa-chan
can see colours too?
YOU ARE READING
colours
Fanfiction❝ have you found your soulmate yet? ❞ ❝ i'm not very sure. ❞ ··· © calqlate 2017 an iwaoi fanfiction.
