pale hands wrapped around mine
like you're clinging on for dear life
desperation spelt in your blood
you don't want to leave yet
not yet
YOU ARE READING
cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
not now
pale hands wrapped around mine
like you're clinging on for dear life
desperation spelt in your blood
you don't want to leave yet
not yet
