it's a rainy may afternoon and
I can't seem to get over you
will I ever get you out of my mind?
is this a waste of my time?
I always wonder if you think of me
but that can't be
we're two different snowflakes
one's real, one's fake
📸: me
here's a old poem from may :)
YOU ARE READING
voiceless thoughts
Poetryanother poetry book about things I just want to say but I can't, so I write it down enjoy :) (completed ✅)
