—🕊—
she asked me about
what made me feel
alive again. all i could
respond with was one
word.
"you."
n. r. m. m.
muse: my best friend,
babygirl jas. -psalms
YOU ARE READING
DON'T CRY, 2020.
Poetry' we were summer late-bloomers, fumbling through our teen age. we used to talk about the future, remember when we couldn't wait? '
