What better mood to sleep in than the blue one
What better lullaby than the soft echo of
my sobs
What better caress than the one my tears gift me while rolling
down my cheeks
What better goodnight kiss than the salty sorrow they leave at the meeting of my lips
what better dreamed sight to see than the void of darkness when I close my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
3:21 a.m.
PoetryThis is a compendium of words, sentences, and paragraphs written at 3 in the morning heavily influenced by the sweet scent of rum and a kiss of loneliness. Although written with the sincerity of my heart, I should warn you: It is NOT really that goo...
