"Get over here.
The sun went down.
We should not be angry."
Really? That's it.
The sun is our truce.
Once it rises, your anger will.
Then this ridiculous cycle of hurt will too.
I'm sorry, but I can't.
I'm tired for playing this game.
YOU ARE READING
Over The Ledge
Poesia"Little do you know how I'm breaking while you fall asleep" Some people turn to alcohol Some turn to drugs I have words.
