seconds turned into minutes,
minutes turned into hours,
hours turned into days,
days turned into months,
months turned into years,
im glad that i met you,
and im glad that it was you whom i fell in love with.
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...
