I recite poetry
to our Rubb
about you
all the things I want you to know,
I tell Him
in those moments
the ache soothens, a little bit
The veins on my left wrist
has your initial
you know
When we're one
you'll see
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
I recite poetry
to our Rubb
about you
all the things I want you to know,
I tell Him
in those moments
the ache soothens, a little bit
The veins on my left wrist
has your initial
you know
When we're one
you'll see
