I love the dark, I'm not afraid of it.
It's the only place
Where my heart
Feels comfortable
To cry.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoezjaWe 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.
Comfortable
I love the dark, I'm not afraid of it.
It's the only place
Where my heart
Feels comfortable
To cry.
