my lips know no better, im happy that I still remember you. you had it, failed it down. I didn't talk to you for a year, bitter sweet you would say, you got warmer in days. I will not be seeing you soon, be a good one if you should.
(letters to the unknown, 2018)
YOU ARE READING
CONSTELLATIONS AWAY FROM REALITY
PoetryA self-entitled declaration of unwanted feelings in monochromic sarcasm and jotted down ink.
