everything was so plain to me,
until she came,
her smile melted my cold days,
her voice colored my white days.
God,
who knows what will happen to my life without her?
YOU ARE READING
letters to you.
Poetrydoesnt have a genre, this'll be my diary for the person i like but since i dont have the courage to tell her these, im just going to write them. dont attack me because of the future mistakes i'll make. i may or may not edit this, for, as i said, thi...
