your hand clamps against mine
as we walk the small pavement
to our school
cause you are still tired
from the nightmare
you lived in
during the darkest hours
of the day
i wish i could do something
really do something
to make it all
b - e - t - t - e - r
YOU ARE READING
Night & Day
Poetry»He needed her affection of love and she needed his heartbeats to fall asleep«
