Sunny morning
Cloudy night.
Sweet breakfast
Sour dinner.
Small mouse,
Big cat.
Happy you,
Sad me.
White lies.
Denial.
Betrayal.
It's all a merry go round.
Constantly spinning.
I feel like dying.
And it's making me go crazy.
YOU ARE READING
The Age of Starlight
Poesíaa book of poetry written in the shadows of the night, with the stars as the only light. while the age of starlight was at it's peak. *completed*
