I wish to live, but in turn, learn to die.
When she longs to laugh, and somehow,
I cry –
So brewed the complacent,
Floating-waking dreams,
Withering with the wind,
And against it my screams.
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
I wish to live, but in turn, learn to die.
When she longs to laugh, and somehow,
I cry –
So brewed the complacent,
Floating-waking dreams,
Withering with the wind,
And against it my screams.
