12:12AM
It's the most beautiful month of the year, it's already December my love.
Cold breeze, winter, snow and chestnut roasting on an open fire.
Playing Frank Sinatra's album every night while drinking nice of cup of coffee and having second thoughts.
Oh yeah, tomorrow is the last day, I'm going to go somewhere, where no one knows my name. I want to get out of here and find a lover that will love me more than my past.
I hope you're having a great day, I love you.
-a.c
YOU ARE READING
Clouded Thoughts.
PoetryThis is pure beauty, it is making my heart flutter inside like a trapped butterfly trying to escape it's dark cage... This is my journal for 30 days only. I write, so as to not be dead.
