09.04.19
dedicated to monotony (again)
gazing sleepily through rose-colored rims,
the faint glow of the night sky above me gleams
is it but a fog surrounding me?
or a dream that simply can't be?
YOU ARE READING
sᴇʟғᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ | ˡᶦᵗᵉʳᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ
Poetryjust poetic rants and love letters slow updates ongoing. mixed literary works
