You were cold
the first time we met.
And I thought,
winter might be my favourite season.
-how much of you did I make up?
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.
how much of you did i make up
You were cold
the first time we met.
And I thought,
winter might be my favourite season.
-how much of you did I make up?