i don't know how to feel.
you call me your love, your future wife, your everything, but then you talked about her.
she's shaped like a dream.
she's pretty.
she's beautiful.
she's your type,
but isn't that what you told me last night?
are you my friend? or are you mine?
i won't be around forever, so let me know.
YOU ARE READING
sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poetrypoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
