Love, Poetry, Prose, Relationships, Writing wet matches I can’t be mad you never knew my past dictating my future safe inside my cocoon a deathly fear of rejection was nothing more than death itself left in the dark a pack of wet matches broken hearted over a love I never had ~ Photo by Caleb S on Unsplash Share this:TweetLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Erhöhen View all posts by Erhöhen
