"bdg" poems
It's kinda weird.
This wide smile.
Not because of you.
It's kinda weird.
This cute story.
No share it with you.
It's kinda weird.
Kissing in the rain.
But the lips is not yours.
It's kinda weird.
To live every second.
And you're not around.
19022022. BDG
Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 9:51 PM UTC