So desperately yours in pale moonlight, your arms I do not feel, but darling your heart....your heart, in all of its darkness is what sings me to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
"lost in apathy"
So desperately yours in pale moonlight, your arms I do not feel, but darling your heart....your heart, in all of its darkness is what sings me to sleep.
