The only one
Who has ever touched her from head to toe
And decided to return
After those lonely nights
Glued to her pillow
Praying for solace
YOU ARE READING
If You Can't Save Yourself
Poetrypoetry that has slipped between the noose and my neck; poetry from me, poetry to you.
The Rain
The only one
Who has ever touched her from head to toe
And decided to return
After those lonely nights
Glued to her pillow
Praying for solace
