each night, i dream of nuclear missiles, and kissing you.
i don't know which night will be our last night.
the rivers and oceans of the world are already turning into blood.
but i can say with certainty now
that my dreams of you will be the very last thing i see before i go.
YOU ARE READING
Poem/s
Poetrypoems, maybe. *** yes, i can't sleep still. yes, i miss her still. yes, i think my heartbreak will end me soon.
