But you're just a screen again.
A daydream in mid Novembers falling leaves.
That euphoria of seeing you again, wont leave
my skin; and it breaks my bones with words,
poetry, only you can get out of me.
Sandoval
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
But you're just a screen again.
A daydream in mid Novembers falling leaves.
That euphoria of seeing you again, wont leave
my skin; and it breaks my bones with words,
poetry, only you can get out of me.
Sandoval
