chaoticallysmallpoetryMar 271 min readHappyThe way the wind pushsthrough my hairbrings me backto when you would hold me under the cover of night.I would lay in your arms until dawn.I was happy We were happy.Poems0 views
The way the wind pushsthrough my hairbrings me backto when you would hold me under the cover of night.I would lay in your arms until dawn.I was happy We were happy.