Ours was a somehow kind of love,
Not the kind in raging tides or
wild breathless heartbeats,
but the kind with commas,
and too many question marks.
The kind that writes with
a nearly-out-of-ink pen,
disappearing and then reappearing again.
From 2016
Ours was a somehow kind of love,
Not the kind in raging tides or
wild breathless heartbeats,
but the kind with commas,
and too many question marks.
The kind that writes with
a nearly-out-of-ink pen,
disappearing and then reappearing again.
From 2016