I knew what you would say...
And I didn’t want to ruin this.
I could write something, yeah it might be worthless...
Or maybe paint something then, it might be wordless.
YOU ARE READING
Est. 1998
PoetryI wrote you a poem I bet you'll never hear. Forever and always, I'm always here.
6.
I knew what you would say...
And I didn’t want to ruin this.
I could write something, yeah it might be worthless...
Or maybe paint something then, it might be wordless.