Apr 2020
If we go all the way back
To where the night had no hold over us
To silent days laced with kisses
Ending with quiet nights addled with mirth
No more heroes left
Just us villains of our own stories.
To where the night had no hold over us
To silent days laced with kisses
Ending with quiet nights addled with mirth
No more heroes left
Just us villains of our own stories.
Your own worst enemy.
December 2017.
December 2017.
