"Do you still love me?", I want to ask, for nineteen years.
Built out of old wooden railing from our balcony, an iron bar, nails.
I tore it apart now, they're all on the floor in another room now.
(Draft #3)
"Do you still love me?", I want to ask, for nineteen years.
Built out of old wooden railing from our balcony, an iron bar, nails.
I tore it apart now, they're all on the floor in another room now.