3:40am, the 23rd of July on a Thursday
// writing: promise you'll only ever write songs about me, because the ones you've written are ringing in my head and i can't imagine a day when yours will hold another melody //
// when: when the light pours through these trees, it reminds me of how much i've poured myself into others when i should have only ever given myself to you //
// longing: one day there will be
a day for us not through a computer screen //
YOU ARE READING
if i don't say this i'll explode // a book of poetry
Poetrya book of poetry // because if i don't say this i'll explode, there's too much white noise in my head that needs to be transferred to the blank spaces in the sky and the unfulfilled breaths of the air we breathe. 20 year old girl from Melbourn...
