Nov 2020
No one loves like me
but I write about it anyway.
Even if it's sweet nothings..
to the moon or empty chairs.
I like to think the moon listens
and maybe someday
someone else like me will, too.
but I write about it anyway.
Even if it's sweet nothings..
to the moon or empty chairs.
I like to think the moon listens
and maybe someday
someone else like me will, too.
