I watched him read
my little blurbs
no doubt seeing
whispers of his fingers
tracing its lines.
'it's not the
best thing
I've ever
written,'
I said.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
I watched him read
my little blurbs
no doubt seeing
whispers of his fingers
tracing its lines.
'it's not the
best thing
I've ever
written,'
I said.
He wasn't the best thing for me
