The moon
touches your face.
I don't know
what's going on
inside your head,
but I know that
they won't be
nightmares tonight.
YOU ARE READING
scribbles and drabbles
Poetrya 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
