No!
you dont know how much I have been faithful to you, in my imagination.
How long i stayed close to you by my bedside, and how well, i wonder at you like the stars in the cloud.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoesíaWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
