i gave you my heart.
you didn't treat it right.
you gave it to the loneliness.
and didn't wave good-bye.
YOU ARE READING
the coldness inside
Randomsometimes, when the night is cold, the moon is sad, and the wind sings its hollow tune, i think of you. a book of lonely thoughts.
fifteen
i gave you my heart.
you didn't treat it right.
you gave it to the loneliness.
and didn't wave good-bye.
