I’m starved for happiness, like a wild animal for flesh, just to fill my void. The void that just gets bigger and deeper
By Huzaifa Malik3 years ago in Poets
When I go mad, I go sad You're my delicate comfort who calms my soul When you and I collide I left the world behind
The dark had come, even with the longest day approaching, and then, encroaching, at first a hum, a horizon hum, unseen,