And those were all the reasons she loved him...the maine one was he was perfect in his imperfection.
Dangerously bad and so enticing. I quite like this...and it is poetry...we get to fill in between the lines, just like it is supposed to be.
j.
hi i’m mabel and i have been writing poetry for quite some time now. if you wish to keep reading, i must have you know two things; 1. i’m not a real person, merely just a soul, and 2. i ha.. more..