The long thin handwriting,
the eyes that are gone from
my life. I wish I had never
noticed.
YOU ARE READING
Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
Haze
The long thin handwriting,
the eyes that are gone from
my life. I wish I had never
noticed.