my hands are cold like ice, just like how they've always been, but i wish that someone could warm them up, someone like you.
but i know that just can't be because you are you, and i am me.
two people who know each other but just aren't meant to be.
YOU ARE READING
shadows of you [#1]
Poetry"if i write poems to you, will you finally understand me for who i am? for can you not see that the way i love is the way that shouldn't be?" ✦ lovely cover by @klexos c: {#19 in poetry on 9/8/16} ✦ © lusterless (galena t.) 2016 all r...