Our love begins every morning with the promises we've made, and all that we intend to keep. Though I hate the way you think of her, within silence as you sleep.
YOU ARE READING
in your absence
PoetryPerhaps I love you too little, because there is still so much you don't understand...for I crave touch, just not from your hands.
"for us..."
Our love begins every morning with the promises we've made, and all that we intend to keep. Though I hate the way you think of her, within silence as you sleep.
