There's blood on the floor.
I don't recall where it came from.
Do you still remember the times when you were a little kid?
I liked you better back then.
It's snowing outside.
You never knew how my room looked. Do you miss me?
Yes, I'm still trying to catch the stars.
YOU ARE READING
you could call it poetry
Poesíapoetry 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
