My tears are drying my throat
There's not much left of the water of life
Please dear future me, don't be sad when you look back
YOU ARE READING
Pensée Of Anemones
شِعرA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
...fading away
My tears are drying my throat
There's not much left of the water of life
Please dear future me, don't be sad when you look back
