xi. TO SOMEONE I HAVE YET TO MEET.
( part one. )
and i ask myself if i really want to make this work. it's when i find myself stuttering on my words, rose flushing my cheeks, it's when i look at you and i know i wouldn't want to share my love with anyone else.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
