Every day bleeds. I won't tell you I'm lonely. I told not to worry, but maybe that's a lie. Where did you go? Should I know? Show me the way home. Help I have done it again, I have been here many times before. The worst part is there's no one else to blame. Be my friend, wrap me up, unfold me, I am small. Warm me up. Cover my eyes with your hands, just pretend we're better.
YOU ARE READING
My Dear Melancholy,
PoetryI'm sorry love I'm running home, I'm a child of the sun and the stars I love
