You tear yourself
Apart at night
And stitch what's
Left of you
In the morning
It's a charades
You are living
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Waves Of Blue
PoesiaThere was a star riding through the clouds one night, and I said to star, "consume me" - Virginia Woolf Started:7.06.2021 Status: completed ©cooshookie 2021
charades
You tear yourself
Apart at night
And stitch what's
Left of you
In the morning
It's a charades
You are living
