it's raining darling. and
you lost my umbrella. the tears
on my neck remind me of all
your deeds and sins.
is it so easy?
to break others, and not
feel sorry. is that how
you live from night to night?
YOU ARE READING
Midnights at 5 AM
Cerita PendekForgotten memories bursting to bloom on the bewitching hours in the obscurity of loneliness.
