As the sun bleeds golden
Into the horizon
You're crying again.
And I'm not with you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoesiaUm... some poetry. And a warning: I'm new at this, so it may not be any good. Or maybe it will. I don't know.
no. 14
As the sun bleeds golden
Into the horizon
You're crying again.
And I'm not with you.
