[ coffee stained piece of paper ]
I can smell you,
you are the substance in the sky,
the smell I know all too well,
I miss you,
I wish you knew that.
- beth
BINABASA MO ANG
If you're reading this, I'm dead.
Poetrylife and love isn't for everyone, especially not me. i've been unlucky with love and life and these are my accounts.
