During the day,
I wander through the paths of your heart.
During the nights you roam in my dreams.
YOU ARE READING
The bleeding rose.
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose.I write for those who were left in destitute,those whose scars and pain are left unattended. Come with me and explore a journey through words.
hangover.
During the day,
I wander through the paths of your heart.
During the nights you roam in my dreams.
