Lying in the dark, staring at the ceiling.
I don’t know if it’s you I miss, or just that feeing.
I can’t stand being alone anymore, but at least right now I can breathe.
By N.Dunn2 months ago in Poets
It starts with a breathe of fresh air, as the winter breeze followings him into the cafe.
It starts with a smile, the meeting of eyes and shy glances away. Again. Again. Again.