we could've been warm
we could've been close
we could've been soft
we could've been open
we could've been together
we couldn't be that, cause of what of what we were.
we were cold
we were distant
we were harsh
we were secretive
we were alone.
YOU ARE READING
ｗｈｙ ｄｏ ｉ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｏｆ ｙｏｕ？
Poetry𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦... so... guess I'm writing stuff like this now, these are just small rants about undealt romantic feelings, and a small heart wrenching crush so this might get angsty... also...
