I'd miss her but, she was never truly there
Just a bed ridden dream
A whisper in a cold afternoon, a speck of rain
Nothing, nothing at all
Yet she visits me every night
YOU ARE READING
The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl
Unfinished Poem #3
I'd miss her but, she was never truly there
Just a bed ridden dream
A whisper in a cold afternoon, a speck of rain
Nothing, nothing at all
Yet she visits me every night
