It's funny how much one would love and loose self within thoughts.
Trace this broken lines on my lips
For they are pathways
Through wish words spill. 😭
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.
Spill
It's funny how much one would love and loose self within thoughts.
Trace this broken lines on my lips
For they are pathways
Through wish words spill. 😭
