I know you. Not well, but you're still a sense of clarity. You're a beautiful being and I bet you taste like bubblegum. I probably love you; I definitely love you. Maybe one day I can tell you, but as long as you're preoccupied, I'll chew Dubble Bubble and think of your face on mine.
YOU ARE READING
Blurred Emotions - A Plethora Of Short Stories
DiversosThese are my thoughts put into writing; usually short stories, poems, or a jumble of words from my brain.
