Fuck
I wish you knew
How many times
I've thrown a rope
To catch the moon
Just so I'd have something to give to you
What if I kissed you?
YOU ARE READING
To you, from me
PoetryPoetry I wrote when you were on my mind and when it hurt to be alive. I'll love you always. From, me
What id do
Fuck
I wish you knew
How many times
I've thrown a rope
To catch the moon
Just so I'd have something to give to you
What if I kissed you?
