it's as though
when people think
you can take
the blows,
they just hit harder.
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.
twenty-three
it's as though
when people think
you can take
the blows,
they just hit harder.
