i come bearing fruits,
the words left unspoken,
and the paths untraveled.
for all the lost moments,
the what-ifs and the maybes,
and boundless possibilities.
YOU ARE READING
to: him
Poetryi began writing a bulk of these in 2019, back when i was still a pretentious high-schooler. a couple of months away from leaving uni, i discovered a bunch of old drafts from the vault. did not find use nor did i want to throw them out, so i added th...
