Under the Sun
(when i scraped pieces of the bursting sun at 9 am and put them inside the pocket of my favorite jeans.)
YOU ARE READING
Under the Sun
Poetrydo not cry when things do not make sense 'cause your hair will turn to gray (and it won't be glistening silver strands like daenerys targaryen's in your tv screen).
Intro.
Under the Sun
(when i scraped pieces of the bursting sun at 9 am and put them inside the pocket of my favorite jeans.)
