the melody you carried
carried me to bed
voice rolling like thunder
put me to rest
do you still feel tense
from the past
where i left you
How long will this act last
Your love grew cold
and im sleepless at night
the melody you carried
doesnt carry me to bed
voice rolling like thunder
desolating my rest
YOU ARE READING
My Brain of Little Fires
PoesiaThis is a collection of feelings from all the times I thought my world was burning down. They are now just little fires that warm the embers of my mind and serve to remind me that I am human, and I will die.
