Quarter Life Crisis

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

Till Then

I wish I knew
What you are thinking,
Maybe then
I'd be free enough
To open my heart
Full of words for you.

Till then,
If ever,
I'll keep them to myself.
Posted by Latoya at 00:22
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