we drive onto the still dark dawn,
lights out and darkness bright.
the butterflies keep fluttering in my stomach,
and you gave me a deadly smile
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
lavish-fifty eight
we drive onto the still dark dawn,
lights out and darkness bright.
the butterflies keep fluttering in my stomach,
and you gave me a deadly smile
