Feb 2018
why write,
why lie,
during the depths of nighttime,
when it's always dry,
always read by brown eyes,
under morning skies.
why lie,
during the depths of nighttime,
when it's always dry,
always read by brown eyes,
under morning skies.
hope you're still out there cloud girl, maybe even reading poetry still, but that'd be boring and pointless eh? i've always been a fool -- sunny d
