When he touched me I came,

when he feels me I shiver.

And when he holds me,
I push him away.

The autumn is out,

rolls its leaves into the soil.

Soiled pants .
Bathroom walls.

We travelled and I knew it then,

our love was not to stay.

Waiting games give it all away,

photographs bring shame to time.

xxx

silly girls can write poetry too.

school stress

when life gives you lemons, binge on whipped cream.

or admire morandi.

>><<

cant remember the numbers