frustrated poet
The joy of resting the forehead on the lover's back. The joy of resting the forehead on the lover's back.
I finally said the words I’ve been dying to say, I finally said the words I’ve been dying to say,
He paired my first name with his last... He paired my first name with his last...
The poem shows a lover waiting for his love to turn back when leaving. The poem shows a lover waiting for his love to turn back when leaving.
I looked at you, You were already staring at me. Our eyes met and interlocked. I looked at you, You were already staring at me. Our eyes met and interl...
I don’t want us to end up wishing one back or going on 11:11’s I don’t want us to end up wishing one back or going on 11:11’s
Do you see me when you see me? Do you see me when you see me?
It was all very clear, but clearer things were yet to come. It was all very clear, but clearer things were yet to come.
Your absence reminds me.... Your absence reminds me....
Is it me you’re running after? Is it me you’re running after?