i should have realized before
that
when our kisses stopped
so did our conversation
-we only knew how to talk with a kiss
-k.f.
YOU ARE READING
his name was kentucky
Poetrya collection of poems about the first boy i ever loved, and lost.
two
i should have realized before
that
when our kisses stopped
so did our conversation
-we only knew how to talk with a kiss
-k.f.
