She cries silently through the night
Days going by dazed
In a parallel universe.
With no end in sight
She believes there's nothing left
In this bleak nuclear fallout wasteland.
But they say you just haven't seen the light
But what if there is none,
That maybe we were meant to thrive here.
YOU ARE READING
3 A.M. Thoughts
PoetryWhen the moon has fully risen and the stars are watching the thoughts of a girl flow across a page. Curl up and enjoy my shitty writings.
