november 13, 2013
but don't forget the endless nights,
when the air is cold and the moon is bright.
for there will be days when the dark fills the light,
and sweet memories will make things right.
YOU ARE READING
Speed of Sound
Poetry"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." a collection of capricious drabbles. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and thirteen.
