is this how it ends?
a silent whisper cascading its way down to the gray sky, chasing infinity, but all it will find are my broken bones and cold words that haven't been spoken out in a long time
YOU ARE READING
you could call it poetry
Poetrypoetry I. just a small collection of poetry, thoughts, excerpts and playlists... they get better after a while ☆ please do not forget to vote if you like it ☆ please do not steal
