Sitting in the autumn leaves
The cold hues of dusk
Bathing us in cold light
Quite needy I must say
Wishing for something
Though what I got was not expected
But now I crave another
And maybe one more
Like I said I'm quite needy
You don't mind.....do you?
YOU ARE READING
I Truly Hate It Here
PoetryI been living in a depressed stupor for the past seven years. So I've tried to collect as much of my writing as I could find to try and piece together what the hell is wrong with me.
