Doubt be the only thing that may save me for another day that comes along with the thought of you.
YOU ARE READING
existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
f o r t y t h r e e
Doubt be the only thing that may save me for another day that comes along with the thought of you.
