There's words and papers
crumbled around your bed,
but it's late
and you're sad
and the best
you can do tonight
is write his name
over
and
over again.
YOU ARE READING
scribbles and drabbles
Poesíaa collection of drabbles, mostly one-line thoughts. a plentitude of emotions and hue poetry. many of these are tweets from my illhueminati twitter c: (c) mockingjayde 2013-2014
