tonight, maybe i'll get some sleep,
tonight, maybe it's okay.
tonight, maybe i'll die tonight
tonight, remember the day.
tonight, maybe they won't come back,
tonight, maybe i won't be terrified
tonight, maybe i won't be scared
tonight, i won't have to hide.
tonight, maybe you'll realise
tonight, these are for you (you know who)
tonight, maybe you're reading this
tonight, i face my doom.
YOU ARE READING
Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
