I can see you
I can hold you,
Touch you,
Kiss you.
But why do I feel something?
Like I've Known you,
Touched you,
But still,
Why are we Far?
In this Bed,
You lied.
YOU ARE READING
set free | ✔
Poetry❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
