We are at the top of a tower, swaying in the wind
In the middle of a cold and lonely dream, where the only thing to catch is each other's body
Every night we have this dream - with no destination
Mark that memory that no one knows
The only thing we can do is carve each other's body
The only thing we were allowed to do was just to keep going
I wonder what tomorrow will bring for us when we wake up
YOU ARE READING
The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl
