Surrounded by some
Flashing lights, I hear you call.
Saying come on home.
YOU ARE READING
Little Do You Know
PoetrySome of my poetry. Most of it sucks, but I'd appreciate it you dropped some votes on the ones you do enjoy. It helps me keep writing. ~Little do you know, the pain in my heart comes from the knife you didn't know you were holding~
Dream
Surrounded by some
Flashing lights, I hear you call.
Saying come on home.
