the girl from the art class,
she's here again.
she says she wants to be
my best friend.
— just like sadness, even hope doesn't seem to end.
YOU ARE READING
brown eyes yet grey skies
Poéziawhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
xix
the girl from the art class,
she's here again.
she says she wants to be
my best friend.
— just like sadness, even hope doesn't seem to end.
