Poems from stkf
I guess what it all boils down to
is my unspoken question;
would you like me more if I
were more like you?
If I was dying inside,
if you...
The doorbell rings; you press your
face against the window, trying to
peer through the tinted glass, but
all you see is your reflection,...
It's those little things in life that I truly love.
When we talk on the phone all night,
trading secrets and nonsense through
murmured...