i just want to ask you
what you think of me.
do you still care
what i think of you?
i miss what we used to be.
something is different now.
we used to be 'something special'
i don't know what we are now.
YOU ARE READING
a last note from your narrator
Poetrypeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
