it felt as though
we were sitting on clocks
that time was beneath us
and all that mattered
was your lips on mine
-timeless
-k.f.
YOU ARE READING
his name was kentucky
Puisia collection of poems about the first boy i ever loved, and lost.
thirty
it felt as though
we were sitting on clocks
that time was beneath us
and all that mattered
was your lips on mine
-timeless
-k.f.
