tonight will be one of those nights where my only activity will be beaming to the imperfections in the paint above me at the mere thought of your lips caressing mine
YOU ARE READING
windows to my soul
Poetryjust the sad thoughts that I'm left with at three in the morning and no one is awake to talk me off the ledge
restless
tonight will be one of those nights where my only activity will be beaming to the imperfections in the paint above me at the mere thought of your lips caressing mine
