I thought I was a hole
before I met
you
and when
I did
I was filled.
Then
you left —
I was empty
again.
I wasn’t a hole,
never was,
but a
cup
waiting
for someone
to fill me.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
I thought I was a hole
before I met
you
and when
I did
I was filled.
Then
you left —
I was empty
again.
I wasn’t a hole,
never was,
but a
cup
waiting
for someone
to fill me.
