Do our memories even exist? We make them but it doesn't last forever. Where do our memories go? Is there a certain place where they can live forever and never forgotten? Our mind and heart are connected to each other. We love to remember things, the best and even the worst memories, it is undeniable. We express our feelings, sometimes the feeling of someone's not interested in you, someone doesn't care for you and everyone is against you. But sometimes, it is the best of both worlds. So we write. We write it in a diary, but writing a poem have a different feeling on it. It is a place where memories live.
"You have no idea how my hands crave to roam around thirsty in your body with my tongue lusting to taste something I'm not allowed to.."
Warning: This is a girl x girl story. So if you're not comfortable reading this kind of genre, I suggest you just read something you like.
There are 18+ scenes here so please please please back off if you're a kid.
All events and characters are fiction.
This is an unedited version so expect errors and typos.
(UNDER REVISION SOON)
Enjoy reading!