Poems from Jesse Leeanne
Her.
My story of love,
But certainly not my love story.
Her laugh, of course, contagious.
I mean, what else could it be.
A friend.
The kind...
Her.
My story of love,
But certainly not my love story.
Her laugh, of course, contagious.
I mean, what else could it be.
A friend.
The kind...
Her.
My story of love,
But certainly not my love story.
Her laugh, of course, contagious.
I mean, what else could it be.
A friend.
The kind...
Making words seem
Like more than just
A cry into to void.