Vacant.
Screams of protest echo throughout my vacant heart.
I've ceased to smile since the sun went down,
As night engulfs my mind.
Sweeping layers of gossamer across my visions of you.
YOU ARE READING
We Called it Love.
PoetryA collection of tales written by a depressed poet. Inspired by the boy who promised he'd never break her. These are the faults in my heart.
