Tired and alone. Time to postpone. I’d like to stay at home. Face down in my phone. This pressure keeps pulling me down,
By Diana3 years ago in Poets
Her counsellor told her: To ease your brain and pain, Go home and write letters. The one you might send him And the one you’ll destroy.
By Diana4 years ago in Poets
I remember I was dying to see you. Friday night, 7pm at your place. Your drunk brown eyes looking at me as I was a God. Stoli’s* in our veins; Our sex was arcade -