Remember me?
The one that held your hands
Whilst running inside the rain
Laughing along to nothing
Jumping in puddles
And telling jokes that weren't even funny
But, we laughed anyway
Because the memory that came along
Is far more beautiful.
CZYTASZ
Unfaithful
LosoweFor a love that I wrote these poems; a love for myself, obviously. And you who reads. And specially for the 'you'.
