Adventure
He was sent
To an adventure
Without
A map
YOU ARE READING
Just The Randomness of an Insomiac |Poetry|
Aléatoire"The candle It's fire was swaying gracefully As if dancing into a song Hot and burning with passion Yet got swallowed by the darkness hugging it And so she became Nothing" When a simple girl can't fall asleep, she just stares at the sky and let h...
