Nov 2017
It's been a while
since this pen touched a page.
I didn't think of you any less, though.
The room is clouded with smoke;
Much like my mind, I think.
Only-
My thoughts are more poisonous.
since this pen touched a page.
I didn't think of you any less, though.
The room is clouded with smoke;
Much like my mind, I think.
Only-
My thoughts are more poisonous.
