And we whisper sad songs
as we exist in the rain,
cycling back to the past
in which we can't remain
(true).
YOU ARE READING
Froot Loops @ Midnight
PoesieI don't know why I care about your thoughts so much. Who the hell cares why you're up at three in the morning?
...
And we whisper sad songs
as we exist in the rain,
cycling back to the past
in which we can't remain
(true).
