the nights get longer
the more you're alone.
the empty spot beside me
is growing cold,
but time keeps going,
and i'm still waiting here.
what's the point in living
in so much fear?
-handofgod
YOU ARE READING
tea & honey ♨︎
Poetry❝the hardest part of making love, baby, is breaking up. so if you don't mind- i think we should stay in love❞ & - track four
