" we were a fire
with no smoke,
rags to riches but
i'm addicted to
being broke. "
- DKLA, troye sivan
YOU ARE READING
4AM
Poetry"i walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps and i'm the only one and i walk alone." - a collection of thoughts, lyrics and poetry from various sources initially assembled as a result of nocturnal boredom.
04:12
" we were a fire
with no smoke,
rags to riches but
i'm addicted to
being broke. "
- DKLA, troye sivan
