To no one specific
From no one special.
I don't know what my future holds,
but I do hope you're there.
YOU ARE READING
One Side Whispers.
PoetryA book of poetry for lonely nights, the smell of cement, the way your smile looks after it's rained, and the pure paralysis of knowing you.
One Side Whispers.
To no one specific
From no one special.
I don't know what my future holds,
but I do hope you're there.
