And as the boy with the
Dark-ringed eyes
Sleeplessly embraced
The insomniac girl
They both thought
"This must be a dream..."
YOU ARE READING
The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
Sleeplessly Embracing
And as the boy with the
Dark-ringed eyes
Sleeplessly embraced
The insomniac girl
They both thought
"This must be a dream..."
