on a sunday, when we bid a goodbye to each other's soul.
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
parting ways
on a sunday, when we bid a goodbye to each other's soul.
