life is sweeter in the tender silence of 3am
but it all turns bitter at 4
the coffee runs dry and our minds come alive
we end up passed out on the floor
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poesíathis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
runaway city
life is sweeter in the tender silence of 3am
but it all turns bitter at 4
the coffee runs dry and our minds come alive
we end up passed out on the floor
