She was,
The light at the end of the tunnel
She was,
The sweet laughter that lingers in the swaying leaves
She was,
The flame amongst an abyss of darkness
She was,
The door to my sanity
She was,
My home~ Mima . O
YOU ARE READING
You were like everything I'd lost, coming back to me
PoetryA collection of my 2am thoughts on paper
She Was
She was,
The light at the end of the tunnel
She was,
The sweet laughter that lingers in the swaying leaves
She was,
The flame amongst an abyss of darkness
She was,
The door to my sanity
She was,
My home~ Mima . O