I’m the worst at reaching out. Still care about you, no doubt. But I can’t bring myself to type. Or call or talk or do things right.
How can I ask for forgiveness, when I can’t even form a question? This is how I am, this is how this is. I just wrote this to get this mess done.
If I could freeze time to be with you And never grow old. If I had magic powers at the tips Of my fingers, then still I wouldn’t do. If I...
we picked our twigs with love and care they fell to our feet, our lips whistled a fanfare a smooch on the cheek then mouth turned to beak...
I’m glad to make friends in queue. They tell me that they like my vibe And they help me move from time to time. They say „How you present...
Comments