Here's two stories of me making a fool of myself. Let me know if you want more!
I don't know. I let words flow. I believe I'm writing this to someone, but maybe she won't understand that I'm talking to her.
it makes sense now that whenever you touched me, your hands were dead cold.
the first in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it
you may have been the liar but i was the fool who believed you
βA full-time license as licentious has no worth when you take a trip to love and you trip in her trap.β
Here's two stories of me making a fool of myself. Let me know if you want more!
I don't know. I let words flow. I believe I'm writing this to someone, but maybe she won't understand that I'm talking to her.
it makes sense now that whenever you touched me, your hands were dead cold.
the first in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it
you may have been the liar but i was the fool who believed you
βA full-time license as licentious has no worth when you take a trip to love and you trip in her trap.β