I still do not understand
The mystery
of how the rain
always knows
When you're gonna cry.
YOU ARE READING
Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
PoetryHere lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns hersel...
