Jun 2018
my vivid dreams,
turn into helpless night mares,
and my calls for help ...?
are nothing but whispers in the night,
i am alone.
" will i always be alone?" i ask.
" you tell me." fate cooed
turn into helpless night mares,
and my calls for help ...?
are nothing but whispers in the night,
i am alone.
" will i always be alone?" i ask.
" you tell me." fate cooed
