Oh I would like to be there,
up in the bruised starlit sky,
watching the glowstick city go by.
YOU ARE READING
The Thing With Fangs
PoetryA collection of poems and ramblings from the deafening mind of a quiet girl.
A City View.
Oh I would like to be there,
up in the bruised starlit sky,
watching the glowstick city go by.
