waking up in the morning
thinking for a second
that you'll be here
only to realize
that you'll never wake up
ever again
– grief
YOU ARE READING
palette
Poesíashe built herself a castle but it was a castle made of cards even the queen of hearts would not be able to shield hers.
morning
waking up in the morning
thinking for a second
that you'll be here
only to realize
that you'll never wake up
ever again
– grief
