True love — a poem
Jun 4, 2022
180 days.
4,320 hours.
259,200 minutes.
And if I saw you today,
I’d forget about them all.
Written by Your Lost Language
“Being loved the way I love, would begin perhaps, a little quietly.” Poems by Sarah.
180 days.
4,320 hours.
259,200 minutes.
And if I saw you today,
I’d forget about them all.
“Being loved the way I love, would begin perhaps, a little quietly.” Poems by Sarah.