I wish we could stop timeeverytime I kissed youwish i could just freeze it and never make it run againto end this moment we have I wish everytime you touched my facewith your both handsI ended up writing poems on… Continue Reading →
You know when I write ‘you’ in my poems it always means ‘you’ I lie and call it fiction twist my words coat them with metaphors so you wont know that I haven’t stopped writing about you when I write… Continue Reading →
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