Jul 2015
You are a late boy,
star kissed space between the words
of your favorite novella,
drenched in lamp light's beauty
Sun sets the morning
in your closed eyes,
the night lives on
within your dreams
star kissed space between the words
of your favorite novella,
drenched in lamp light's beauty
Sun sets the morning
in your closed eyes,
the night lives on
within your dreams
I never said I don't have an ego.
