You feel like warmth. Like at the end of winter. When the sun is out, and it hits my skin. You feel like home. Like at the end of the day. When the sun sets, and paints the sky.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
In Disarray | A Vent/Poetry Book
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you feel like warmth
You feel like warmth. Like at the end of winter. When the sun is out, and it hits my skin. You feel like home. Like at the end of the day. When the sun sets, and paints the sky.
