|061918|
Everything fades.
Even his love falters.
YOU ARE READING
Silence and Bass
Poesia[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
lxx. Everything
|061918|
Everything fades.
Even his love falters.
