~•~
And my back hits the ground,
With a thud so loud,
That wakes you up,
From your sleep,
And then you come,
Find me,
Laying in a pool of
My own blood stream.
~•~
YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
