I used to spraycan alleyway walls with the likeness of your face.
I wonder if you ever see your face in the streets when you're home from school.
I wonder if you still think of me.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Where You Learn to Move On
PoetryThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
