The melancholy of the night pulls me in,
A lullaby that soothes my weary skin,
A night that ignites my inner sobs,
A night that drowns me in its sobs.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoetryA soul of a writer, a poet, an artist never dies they are immortal cause they carry a magic of ink splattered on paper. ♡♡♡ Somewhere deep there lies the raging ocean of emotions beneath us, So maybe tracing do...
