you were the introduction, of love too, young and naive you still are. you see through your eyes, couldn't have worked with that, either way, i grew faster than you for a tall girl. our talks are dull and dusty.
(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.
