before we know it,
you'll be waking me up to the smell of eggs and toast.
not a care in the world.
one day at a time,
i will keep counting.
every breath i take,
i will take for myself,
but you will always be between the lines of my ribs.
352 days.
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poesíabook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
