you said the lights from your blinds don't look beautiful anymore
i die inside 'cause my sunlight's pouring in
onto the books onto the pages
and you're so far away
and now
it feels like endless rain
*~j.c~*
YOU ARE READING
Dear World
Poetry"dear world, can you hear me?" [a collection of poems, thoughts, and quotes that tend to occupy my brain] Hopefully this collection makes you feel happy, or more okay, or even makes you realize that existing is not so bad after all.
