Gone Under // A short poem.
This is my first work on Commaful, I’m still messing around with it and getting a feel for the layout. Any advice regarding navigating my way around or how this all work...
His long, wavy hair looked like it was made out of silk. He tossed it over his shoulder, then looked up at her through his lashes, showing off a tiny grin; "What do you want?" he asked. Her heart flut...
I'm a nerd with time on their hands. I would describe myself as the colors black, white, grey and a galaxy of colored specks. Each color depends on my mood.
My girlfriend, Ell 💞