You light my world
With twinkling stars.
During the night.
You wave at me
From the memories we shared.
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.
Some
You light my world
With twinkling stars.
During the night.
You wave at me
From the memories we shared.
