May 19th, 2015
12 AM
I'm about to break down by the sight of her in the arms I was once held in.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight
Poetryshe would wait and wait for him to finally come back, each midnight writing a note she knew he would never read, because she would never send them.
s i x t e e n
May 19th, 2015
12 AM
I'm about to break down by the sight of her in the arms I was once held in.
