he hated the rain because it scared away the sun,
she liked the rain because she envied the sun.
he liked to write poetry about beauty,
she liked to read poetry about sadness.
he was an open book,
she was bursting at the seams with secrets.
he loved her,
she hated herself.
he tried to save her,
she damned herself.
a.f.
YOU ARE READING
¿ poetry ?
Poetrymostly sad because im mostly sad most of these are made up as i go along. (t.w. - trigger warning) a.f.
