When you came home
I dropped my pen and stopped being a poet
for my fantasy stood right in front of me.
The plane took off at 7:20 pm tonight and here I am writing again because the love of my life went away on the plane.
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 6:37 PM UTC
When you came home
I dropped my pen and stopped being a poet
for my fantasy stood right in front of me.
The plane took off at 7:20 pm tonight and here I am writing again because the love of my life went away on the plane.
