Now that I have stopped shivering I can tell you
That I hate the necklace you wear, and I know I gave it to you
It's just that...
I crafted that necklace for my lover and you-
Well you're just...
You're not him.
YOU ARE READING
Not Quite, Midnight | poems
Poetry~she sets out to write for herself but casts a line from her ship of lunatics in case there was someone adrift trying to read along.
