You know it's nice how you approached to my auntie, and drank a cup of coffee with us.
I'm nervous at that time, how you asked my auntie about me, and you gave me a compliment that I'm pretty.
At that time, I don't have a feeling towards on you.
But now when I remember that scenario, I ended up screaming to my pillow.
YOU ARE READING
I'll whisper these on your dream, tonight.
Poetryproses and poems about someone that I felt home for months...but now I'm homeless. ps. I'm still learning, if you notice some grammatically incorrect you're free to correct me in a nice way, I'm willing to learn. :) status: completed
