Warm bed,
The sheets were never cold
When we were holding on
To what we used to be.
-Ally Paras

YOU ARE READING
white noise.
PoesíaMy poetry book about the three main concepts in my life. 3 Parts: Love, Anxiety, Death.
Eight
Warm bed,
The sheets were never cold
When we were holding on
To what we used to be.
-Ally Paras