I've heard it's hard.
I've lived in the same house my entire life.
I've only ever been 12 minutes away from you.
what will happen when I'm on my own
and no longer
12 minutes away?
F. C. Irish
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts I'll never write
PoesíaThis is a collection of writings I've wrote in anger, sadness, and sometimes happiness. Some of these thoughts keep me awake at night and won't let me sleep until I write it all down. Enjoy.
