I spend the first thoughts of my day today thinking of what it would be like to move out together.
How our place would be decorated. What if would be like to go and steal you're hoodies from your room. Have someone to come home to from a rough day and be held and told that everything will be alright...
YOU ARE READING
Can you feel this?
PoetryMy inner feelings. The ones I tell no one. The thoughts of you that pass my brain mostly - but if you can feel some of these things, some of these deep, twisted feelings. I'm sorry. You're not alone though. <3
