the sun is burning,
the moon is showing.
the blue is darker
and it's almost here.
my mind is frazzled
and my fingers are
dancing on the cold
sheets of my bed.
please.
don't let me be alone.
YOU ARE READING
nights
Poetryit was in the darkest hours of the day that i felt most comfortable in. a collection of words: [ © victoria g. two thousand and fourteen ] |cover created by -therapy|
