Jul 2019
The cold, cold day-
Seems to drag on,
With the sky still crying,
Nothing seems to move on.
I feel conflicted,
Everything inside,
Burns through and through,
Nothing left to reside.
its july.
Seems to drag on,
With the sky still crying,
Nothing seems to move on.
I feel conflicted,
Everything inside,
Burns through and through,
Nothing left to reside.
its july.
