I sleep
But the night is awake
She stretches her arms
Grabs the moon like a plate
Her words are like Sacher-Torte
Her story of scars, like upto stars, twinkled
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
I sleep
But the night is awake
She stretches her arms
Grabs the moon like a plate
Her words are like Sacher-Torte
Her story of scars, like upto stars, twinkled