Trying to fill my limbs with warmth
Long after the fire has burned out
But I can't erase
These echoes of loneliness
YOU ARE READING
Fragments of my mind
PoetryA little bit of me. A little bit of my life. A little piece of my searching soul. Poetry
Recovering
Trying to fill my limbs with warmth
Long after the fire has burned out
But I can't erase
These echoes of loneliness
