I've seen hundreds and thousands of smiles but yours was the best to keep in my heart
YOU ARE READING
existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
t w e n t y t w o
I've seen hundreds and thousands of smiles but yours was the best to keep in my heart
