Star
June 12th – 2:43 AM- Breath His hands aren’t on me. Break He’s left me with eternal scars. July 27th- 3:58 AM-
By Carter Forder 5 years ago in Poets
Breath. Blink. Breath. Cry. A new-born baby blesses the world. Breath. Blink. Breath. Cry. Her pinkish skin began painting the sky.
