it feels like we were made for each other.
our souls, our minds, our hearts.
clicked.
what happened ?
i miss it.
YOU ARE READING
sweaty palms; poetry
Poesiahere we are, i'm publishing some writing every once in a while. enjoy my thoughts, feelings, and emotions put into words. (most poetry intended to be spoken.)
broke
it feels like we were made for each other.
our souls, our minds, our hearts.
clicked.
what happened ?
i miss it.
