My happy place is one,
in which I can't return.
For home became a person,
whom I must now unlearn.
-wrapped up in you
YOU ARE READING
What We Wouldn't Say Aloud
PoetryAnd it's in these moments, when all we can do is feel that one begins to whisper words into paper.
wrapped up on you
My happy place is one,
in which I can't return.
For home became a person,
whom I must now unlearn.
-wrapped up in you
