even at night
i still want you to be my sun
without you, the moon would not be able
to shine the way it does
even at night, dear.
-Jenaziela-
YOU ARE READING
kilída: a story of the broken and how they heal
Poetrya book of poetry, a song from the heart; a group of the unspeakable. bear with me, just a little.
ílios
even at night
i still want you to be my sun
without you, the moon would not be able
to shine the way it does
even at night, dear.
-Jenaziela-
