Dec 2016
the moon’s a cradle
for lonely souls. gracious night,
slightly cold. the stars
are hung for all the children
who need to find a way home.
for lonely souls. gracious night,
slightly cold. the stars
are hung for all the children
who need to find a way home.
wrote this when i was in the 8th grade. found it again and it made me feel nostalgic.
