dear maisie,
the skies, they seem to weep,
of nothing in particular.
maybe they're out to get something, or somebody,
or maybe i'm just a dreamer.
YOU ARE READING
dear maisie // a new persepctive
Poesíaher world is a mainstream coffee shop and chemicals, but mine is beauty and music. ------ you should probably read my other story "Lost" before this you'll understand this side of the story better okay bye!
