I'm not great at talking about myself, so I like to live in dreams.
It's tender, It's kind, It's... Savoring tears, you will never see. You haunt that piece of me, Dissolving into obscurity.
By Ebony7 months ago in Poets
I think it hurts, You don't think of me. I always decide to sit in torture, I plague myself with daydreams. It's the shard you left, dripping pearls of red.
