Belated hangover.
Attacks when the day's over
Between the silence and the loneliness.
Reminds me of your perfection and habits.
Your sadness, your magic... you, my lover.
Belated hangover between the silence and the loneliness.
YOU ARE READING
Beloved, my John
PuisiWe were gods in those days. Now we are more than that. [First time publishing my pieces in english. Any feedback would be great!]
