“I want to love again,” I said when you asked what I wanted.
You put your head down then, a sad crooked smile on your face, as if it was so wonderful for me to want someone that knows he won’t stay.
infusing poetry into the mundane
infusing poetry into the mundane
“I want to love again,” I said when you asked what I wanted.
You put your head down then, a sad crooked smile on your face, as if it was so wonderful for me to want someone that knows he won’t stay.
