|his touch haunts me|
i feel like I've been left for dead
Left alone inside my head
The lonesome ticks of the clock
play in my ear
As I watch the door --
Waiting for a knock that may never come
The nights are cold and long
d e s e r t e d
YOU ARE READING
whispers to sunflowers
RandomLittle thoughts of mine that I'd thought I'd put more into words
