29.10.23
I'm no stranger to falling for men on paper
I was the twelve year old sleep deprived overnight
Reading stories about men who were neither saints nor knights
Doing things I had no business knowing at my tender age
Books are the worlds we'll never have
Or so I thought till I met you
No fictional character yearning compares
To the knowledge that you exist
But you'll never be mine
~RC
YOU ARE READING
365
Poetry365 days of poetry A/N This is a continuation because Wattpad has a 200 chapter limit on books and the year has 365 days.
