and i finally found a 3am friend
to spend my mornings with
for me to cry on their shoulder
to be broken and raw
for them to please me
they were wrapped around my finger
and i took advantage of that
YOU ARE READING
Tranquility
PoesíaIn which Avaline furiously writes her story in red ink to find tranquility.
hundred five
and i finally found a 3am friend
to spend my mornings with
for me to cry on their shoulder
to be broken and raw
for them to please me
they were wrapped around my finger
and i took advantage of that
