But, my love, how does this just cease to exist?
You fall back into the fog that covers the street lights,
"Pinky promise I'll see those freckles again?"
YOU ARE READING
Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
09/09/21 4:36AM
But, my love, how does this just cease to exist?
You fall back into the fog that covers the street lights,
"Pinky promise I'll see those freckles again?"