Dear You,
It's passed midnight and yet I'm in my one of my favorite hiding place, listening to music and writing to you while trying to remember how we ended - up like this.
I didn't want to write in our loving room, cause I wanted to hide this from you.
It's already 1:32 in the morning, and yet here I am still crying, without knowing what
the reason is.
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PoetryStarting is one of my most struggle when writing this book. I have been trying to finish this for years now but hasn't had the energy to do so. To my readers, meet my soul, I poured my heart into this and I hope you enjoy getting to know me. This is...
