The perseverence and I don't even know his middle name.
I've grown fond and I seem to grow fonder daily but I'm not sure what's to come
If I hold on tightly but ever so slightly unravel I know I'd be fine for the strands making up my bind, would only show the true colors that make up me.
What's to come I'll surely not know but what I do know is I hope it's with you
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
The perseverence and I don't even know his middle name.
I've grown fond and I seem to grow fonder daily but I'm not sure what's to come
If I hold on tightly but ever so slightly unravel I know I'd be fine for the strands making up my bind, would only show the true colors that make up me.
What's to come I'll surely not know but what I do know is I hope it's with you
Confessional poetry
