"I wonder if you know that I'm thinking about you,
Long and hard, intense. Like I always have.
But the memories of you don't work like a drug
anymore; I used to get drunk, now I don't remember
the last time I've ever been this sober."
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poetry* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
