Our fairytale looks like it's coming to an end, so hush' now and rest your little head. Sleep tight and watch out for the monsters under your bed.
YOU ARE READING
Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
Bedtime
Our fairytale looks like it's coming to an end, so hush' now and rest your little head. Sleep tight and watch out for the monsters under your bed.
