Rain is the tears of the world
And a puddle of rain from me
~Authors Note~
It's raining in New York and just little me singing and lying down by the window ☔️☔️😔😔
YOU ARE READING
the suicide mind
Poetry"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but...
