him—
this little devil shows up
time to time,
with a grin and a sly smile.
promising to save me, bring me to
a world so divine.
this little devil shows up
time to time,
in my darkest hours, here it sits.
telling me stories of how
that world is filled with
sunshine.
this little devil shows up
time to time,
with a smirk and a lending hand.
with trust and eyes filled with
wonder, i took it everytime.
YOU ARE READING
nostalgia ┊❁ཻུ۪۪⸙
Poetryfor you who has found this, for you who has vainly read my dreaded feelings and silent sobs.
