i often just stare at my couch
at the spot you used to sit
and sometimes
i could've sworn
that i saw you sitting there
-k.f.
YOU ARE READING
his name was kentucky
Poesiaa collection of poems about the first boy i ever loved, and lost.
sixteen
i often just stare at my couch
at the spot you used to sit
and sometimes
i could've sworn
that i saw you sitting there
-k.f.
